:....You had not mentioned that: 

Shrug. :Seemed like there were higher priorities: 

It's surprising, and kind of fascinating, how much Leareth hates having this conversation.

:- Could you actually do it: 

Vanyel starts to answer, then stops, and makes himself actually think about it. 

:Pretty sure I could. It'd - mean something, right? And, well, Heralds almost never die in our beds. There's - something to be grateful for, almost, if it's - a time and place you chose. And you know what you're trading your life for. I think that...would matter, to her: 

Leareth spends a long moment thinking about whether he believes Vanyel on that.

The issue with even proposing this as an idea is that Vanyel is...far too prone to choosing the path that involves him having to sacrifice something instead of someone else doing so, and might feel like he didn't have a choice. 

- he believes him this time, though. And it's not like there's any possible path, here, where no one gets hurt. He wonders, vaguely, if Tony or Captain America are married, if they have children... 

:I suppose you should ask her: 

Vanyel knows Savil almost as well as he knows himself - better, in some ways, sometimes it's easier to look another person's strengths and weaknesses head-on than to look at your own - and he's not in any doubt about what she's going to say.

He has to ask anyway, of course, so he does. 

After a pause, 

:Oh, ke'chara. You know the answer. I'm sorry: 

:Damn it, Savil. I still need you to say it: 

After a few more seconds, Vanyel relays the answer to Leareth. 

:She says she's got to be more replaceable than almost any of these people here on Earth, given that you've apparently got another couple hundred Adepts stashed in your back pocket. Er, there is the thing where Kellan would be choosing it alongside her, but he agrees, and...: 

There isn't really anything else to say. 

Leareth relays this answer to Strange. 

:- I am obviously not delighted with this plan, but it - has its upsides, on the replaceability aspect. I trust them both absolutely - to be able to carry through with it, without any last minute qualms or fighting over who should be the sacrifice. I think you can assess better than I can how it affects our total available forces on a strategic level: 

Strange relays what's going on to Cap and Tony.

"Everyone but me, Tony, Strange, and these three—" he gestures to Leareth, Vanyel, and Savil—"take another five, please."

Everyone leaves except Nat.

"No. What's going on?"

"The Soul Stone. It—demands a sacrifice. Someone the wielder loves."

"And you didn't tell me so I couldn't volunteer, I presume—who did you have in mind—"

And she goes silent as she realizes.

"We don't trade lives." He echoes this in his public thoughts as he says it, so that the Valdemarans can understand. It's an answer for Savil as well as Nat.

Leareth is...just going to stay out of this argument, maybe. 

Savil, on the other hand, gives Captain America an incredibly dubious look. 

:...I mean, it's not a comfortable way to think of it. I get that. And - I get that it's different, when it's just - choosing your personnel deployments, who gets sent into danger when, and it's not for sure. But, I don't know – it never feels that different, in the end, when you put a name on a list to send your student to the border, and six months later the Death Bell rings for them, and you know it was your decision...: 

:I let one of my closest friends call a Final Strike, once. I didn't even try to talk her out of it. Because the alternative - me pulling a bunch of power myself - would've caused a lot of collateral damage and probably killed hundreds of innocent civilians. And it - just made more sense, strategically, for her to make that sacrifice: 

Vanyel's mindvoice is very level. There's grief, there, but it's a long time ago. Water under the bridge. 

:There's a saying, you know, that Heralds almost never die in our beds. We made a vow, and we trade our lives for Valdemar. Usually for so, so much less than what's at stake here - gods, and without even knowing if it'll work out and buy anything at all: 

She glances at Captain America, then at the others. 

:Honestly, if we're going to send anyone to do this, I reckon we should send someone who's comfortable with the concept: 

"I was a soldier once, as well. Still am. I know what it means to give up everything for my country. I meant to do it, seventy-five years ago. I crashed my plane into the ice. Somehow I survived and they managed to unfreeze me decades later, but—that was a miracle, and not, to tell the truth, always a welcome one. The life I gave up, the woman I loved, the things I meant to die for, are all still back there in 1943. I meant—I've been meaning, now that we have time travel, to go back there when this is over. Live it through properly. But that's selfish. My country—my universe, as things are now—needs me now, and I'm prepared to pay the ultimate price for it.

"But if you're prepared to do the same, it's not my place to tell you no."

Savil meets his eyes, levelly, through that whole speech. 

:Listen, young man– how old are you anyway? I don't mean how many years ago you were born, I mean how many you've lived. Because I've lived a lot more. I've had my lovers. Outlived a few of them. I've looked death in the face, thought I was about to give my life for my kingdom, gods, must be dozens of times - I could be a little reckless in my youth, fine. I've had my time. More of it than I ever thought I'd get. I've had almost eighteen years with Vanyel, here, and obviously I'd take more years, but...it's enough. I'm not waiting for anything, anymore. Last thing was - being there for Vanyel, when he was destined to fight Leareth, but that's clearly not going to happen. If I can - be there with him in this fight, that's - I won't be breaking any promises to him. It's all right:

She rests her hands on her hips. :And you, young man, need to survive this thing and go live that life you never got to have. All right? If you won't do it for yourself, can you do it to make an old woman happy?: 

Kellan coached her through a LOT of that spiel. She hopes he's right that it's convincing and not just absurdly melodramatic and stupid-sounding. 

Vanyel turns his head away. He's not quite crying but he's close. 

Captain America sighs deeply.

"If it's what you want. I—I agree that I would be giving up more than you by sacrificing myself."

:What I 'want' is putting it strongly, but - I figure this makes the most sense. Vanyel?: