February 20th
One of us
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"You run, and I'll cause a distraction."
"Are you mad?!" Edmund hissed.
"No." Peter said firmly. "Only one of us is dying today, and it's not gonna be you."
"And it's also not going to be you!" Edmund replied just as firmly.
"I will help you get away." Peter told him. "Even if it's the last thing I ever do."
"We are both going to get away." Edmund said. "You hear me?!"
Peter stared at him. "Do you have a plan?!" He asked.
Edmund swallowed hard. "Not right now no." He said slowly. "But we've got time."
Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Look, enough of this "only one of us is surviving" okay?" Edmund muttered. "Either both of us get out of here, or neither of us do."
"No Ed-"
"Or neither of us do." Edmund cut him off, repeating himself firmly. "Do you understand?"
Peter didn't even realise when he nodded in reply, but he did, and as much as he hated it, he still agreed.
"Now come on," Edmund breathed. "We need a plan."
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