#harry vc you think i'm crazy now lmao

[tiderider]

you've found yourself at a dangerous crossroads in which you only have time to make a single decision, and that decision is a matter of life and death: on the left path, you can choose to save uma, but you will lose harriet in the process. on the right path, you can choose to save gil, but you will lose cj. you cannot find a loophole and you cannot save both. what choice do you make? the clock is ticking!

it was a stupid question with even stupider rules, a question that deserved a smack hard enough to rattle bones and knock out teeth. choosing between loved ones was never really a choice, and harry would never be in a position to let go of one to save the other. between the offense and irritation, harry knew that the purpose of the question was only to provoke him. to find a weakness that some nobody could poke and prod at to try and hurt him.

❝ oh . . . you think you're clever. ❞ harry laughed dismissively, shaking his head at the arrogance of it all. who did they think they were talking to?

they seemed to forget that harry was nothing if not creative in his endeavors. ❝ i'd save my sisters. ❞ the answer was quick, easy, simple. no hesitation, no crying, arguing, shouting, bargaining. uttered with a shrug of his shoulders and an arched brow. his sisters, cruel and selfish and demanding in all their needs and wants and expectations, his sisters who he hated as much as he loved . . . of course he would save them. time and time again, as often and as many times as it took and he would love them and he would hate them for it.

he wondered what it said about him that the answer was obvious. that he could weigh the people he loved against each other with such ease. he'd save his sisters, of course he would, and he would make the entire world suffer for it.