Ava and I are in a hotel in Cairo. It's only for two nights, we're not going to waste time dilly-dallying. It's the Magna tomorrow. We've made a decision about what we're doing after the Magna.
Me: -I knock on her door- Ava?
Me: You didn't pay however many hundred pounds for my plane ticket and accomodation to avoid me like the plague. Let's talk.
Ava: About WHAT, Ray? What is there you could POSSIBLY want to talk to me about?
Me: Don't be like that, Ava. You're smarter than that. Let's talk about our child.
Ava: -she opens the door and goes back to unpacking, avoiding my eye-
Me: How far along are you? Did you get pregnant before the coma or that one night after you woke up?
Ava: After. Of course after.
Me: So you're due in... -I add up the dates in his head- December?
Me: Roughly New Year then. That saves money on birthday and Christmas presents.
Ava: -she whips around and slaps me across the face- HOW can you joke!?
Me: I wasn't joking. I was making an observation. Calm down. -I rub my face-
Ava: -she glares at me-
Me: I think we should drop out of the Run after we explore the Magna. We can't raise a child in hotel rooms, or alleyways when we're low on cash.
Ava: Drop out of the Run? And do what, sit around, waiting for that anorexic shitehawk to kill us?
Me: There are ways out. Chester and Vieve got one. We can't raise a child on the Run, Ava.
Ava: And just what was their big thing? Laser-guided amnesia?
Me: Can you think of another idea? We can't raise a child on the Run and neither of us wants to get rid of it.
Ava: No. No I can't. I don't know why I even wat to keep it sometimes. I just...I don't want HIM near it. But forgetting everything? Everyone? And everything that could be of help? What if someone comes across something about my Egyptian research and has questions? What then? What if that's the KEY and I've fucking LOST it?
Me: We can put the information on the Internet, either in public or in a file we entrust to a few people. Do we have much of a choice?
Ava: I don't know, Ray. -she sighs- I don't even know why I bother, anyway.
Me: Bother what?
Ava: Bother fighting.
Me: -I sit down beside her on the bed- I know what you mean.
Ava: Well. Should we?
Me: Should we what?
Ava: Bother fighting, Ray? Should we bother fighting?
Me: If it puts our child at risk...then no, probably not.
Me: -I hold out my hand to her- You don't have to love me, but will you let me raise our child with you?
Me: -I hold my hand out for a few more seconds then curl it up awkwardly and put it away- I do love you, Ava.
Ava: Hmn. -she looks out of the window-
Me: So...the Magna tomorrow then?
Ava: I guess.
Me: "Into the jaws of Death, into the mouth of Hell, rode the six hundred." Minus five hundred and ninety eight.
Ava: Ninety seven.
Me: -I smile- Do you think you could ever bring yourself to not hate me?
Ava: I don't hate you. I just can't stand to look at you, be around you, think about you...it's like someone's jamming a red-hot poker down my throat everytime.
Me: Well, hopefully I can help change that. I do want a life with you, Ava. I know we've only known each other for a few months and they haven't been easy months but...I do love you. I want to give our child a good life.
Ava: I don't know...
Ava: I'm not going to bother fighting anymore.
Me: The only thing I want to fight for is you.
Ava: Oh dear god. -she makes a noise somewhere between exasperation and disgust-
Me: -I look down at the ground- Sorry, I'll just go back to my room. -I get up to leave but stop at the door, hoping for a response, then look over my shoulder when I don't get one-
Ava: -she is still looking out of the window-
Me: -I tap my fingers on the doorframe, then give up and walk back to my room-
So yes, it's official. This is the last mission for Ava and I. Once we've explored the Magna, we're getting out of all this to raise our child. I know it's going to be difficult, but I swear to whatever deity you'd care to name, when I get home, I am going to get a job and support my family. Who knows, maybe I'll even get a happy ending. Tomorrow is the last day.