[if the little pink haired girl does try to intercede, Conrad isn't sure he'll allow it. Diva's offering a choice, but Conrad is clear on what she wants. And if that is her wish, he will see it granted.]
[Leaning over the dying boy, Conrad remembers his enthusiasm for swordsmanship, his determined smile. Yes, this is someone who should live. Diva had made a fine selection. for now, there is something he can do; one thing only he can help with. Ashton has a choice. Conrad will see to it that he makes the right one.]
[as best he can, Conrad meets Ashton's eyes, trying to ignore how distant they seem. years of practice do not make this easier, but he offers Ashton a smile, calm but pleading. take it, he seems to say. it won't hurt for long, and then never again. He glances at Diva, his eyes softening with affection nearing worship, and then he turns the same look on Ashton: I promise you, little brother.]