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"I made up my mind, after talking to someone last night. I'm going."

*Meg pales, but nods.*

It's your choice to make.

That's what she's been told. Svava nods, carefully.

*Meg's voice is carefully controlled. She looks down at her hands.*

Do you know when?

"That's the... the difficult part." She shakes her head. "No, I don't." Svava sighs, and sips her chocolate.

*Meg gnaws on her lower lip.*

And what about - what about what happens after?

Do you come back?

Svava pales, and shrugs, biting her lip. "... Everyone is supposed to die, Meg. Two of Odin's sons live, and two of Thor's, then two mortals survive as well. But beyond that? No one else. I've never heard different."

She toys with her cup. "...Arithon's said he's seen me come back, maybe."

That doesn't necessarily mean alive, *Meg says unwisely, and then shuts her mouth in a hurry.*

Svava doesn't wince. The idea is not new. She takes a deep breath.

"... He mentioned that."

Arithon did?

*Meg does not say anything about Arithon. This is not the time. Instead she nods, and looks down again.*

Well.

I guess it's just best not to worry 'bout it till it happens, right?

A careful, slow nod. "Exactly. ... Make the most of whatever time I have here, I guess."

She gives Meg a faint smile. "Right?"

*Meg musters up a grin back.*

Exactly.

Que sera sera, and all.

She blinks, and gives Meg a curious look. "Um... probably, once I know what that means."

Oh - er, it's like that thing Moiraine always says, you know. About the wheel. Except French, *Meg explains. Badly.*

"'The Wheel weaves as it will'?" Yes, Svava's heard the phrase from Moiraine. She nods at Meg.

Yup - only this one basically just means, what will be, will be.

"'Que sera, sera.' Hm." Svava nods. "Its... very fitting." She sighs faintly.

*Meg grins, wryly.*

The other thing we say is just vivez.

Sort of implies that you're not meant to worry about any of the other stuff long as you're doing that.

"And that is?" With a faint grin at Meg, one brow raised.

*Meg grins.*

To live.

Not, you know, in the technical sense, but - you know what I mean.

The last words on the letter flash through her mind, and Svava nods, smiling ruefully at Meg. "I know what you mean. To Live."

Yes, *Meg says firmly.* Every moment.

~~No day but today.~~

"And make the most of things." A deep breath, and chuckle.

"Any ideas?"

*Meg considers.*

Turn into a bird and go flying for a bit? Flying helps everything.

"... but its pouring rain outside, Meg. Which... isn't fun to fly in at all. I know."