(Ooh, yeah, I like that! Would give the two a bit of a challenge lol)

Anya looked up at the boy with slightly furrowed eyes at his first comment, an overwhelming feeling of pity for the boy washing over her. "He'd just so... stupid," she murmured after a slight moment of silence. "I love him, I do, but he'd not exactly smart. He'd forget his head if it wasn't screwed on properly." The girl hummed slightly before shaking her head and tightening her arms around him before looking up at him again. "You don't know that," she hummed slightly before pressing a light kiss to his lips and offering a slightly amused smile. "You won't be there to see any of it. You won't get to see if I'll be a good mom or a good queen," she murmured quietly before shaking her head and resting in back on his chest, her finger gently trancing shapes around it. "You're not going to be there when any of it happens," she finished quietly before letting out a soft sigh and pulling the blanket up and over them a little.

Sage chuckled lightly and shook his head in amusement. "Maybe so, but he's a good man," he hummed. Then he looked over at the girl and smiled softly. "I know. But I won't need to be there to see it. I know you...and I know you'll be perfect, for both roles," he hummed quietly. It was true...and while it probably made the girl sad knowing he wouldn't be there much longer...he did have faith that the girl would be great at both things. And no doubt she'd be better than her parents...her father was utterly dislikable and her mother wasn't easy to like either. He'd saved the woman and hadn't seen her since. He wasn't one to be petty, but that did seem like a lot, even for the queen.

Anya gave a type of weary groan before shaking her head. "I wish you'd stay," she murmured, though it was barely audible. She knew he wouldn't stay in the castle, no matter how much she asked, but she really did wish he'd stay around... to stay with her when all these things happened... but that was selfish, and she knew it. She knew he hated it in the castle, all the clothes and rules and the people, and that if he stayed he'd just end up hating his life more than he'd already told her. Life in the slums wasn't much better, but at least he was comfortable out there... he could be himself.

Sage chuckled slightly and nodded. "I know," he murmured. He did want to stay with the girl...but that just wasn't possible. Her mother would kick him out at some time, probably when this whole rebellion ended she'd demand he left anyway. "But I do promise I'll visit. At the very least I can then tell you when I don't show up I'm gone," he whispered. It was a hard topic for the girl no doubt, but she had to face that reality...it would come for her soon enough. And while he wouldn't be...happy...anywhere, at least in the slums there were less rules, and the judgment was, well, pretty vaild. Here people were too petty to realize he could be of any use even when he was risking his life to help them.

His mentioning when he didn't show up he'd be gone didn't exactly make her feel much better... when that happened, she'd just be thinking about how he'd be face-first in the mud, alone, and getting eaten away by whatever little critters stumbled across him. God, that was no way for someone to go. He wouldn't last anywhere very long, even in the castle... all those years of next to no food and neglect, they'd catch up to him sooner or later. They'd gone over this a few times now, what'd happen when he left, but it was still so... difficult to accept it. She kind of just curled into him a bit more and closed her eyes before letting out a heavy breath. "You'll come to find me when you're not well," she asked quietly, "Or when you're hungry, or tired, you'll come to find me?" She asked quietly, though, she knew it wasn't exactly likely to happen... and really, she'd just be trying to keep him alive, and that just... it wasn't fair, not if he already was ill.

Sage hummed in agreement and nodded in response to the girl's question. "I don't think I could stay away from you even if I wanted to," he joked, though it was an attempt to try and lighten up the situation...and it was rather bad attempt at that. "But Anya, there's some things you just can't help," he murmured softly. "If I come here, and I know I'm dying, don't try to delay the inevitable, alright? You'll only be more upset if you try and nothing works." Really, if he was dying, what he really wished he could do was drag himself here, to her...have her hold him one last time. Make it peaceful, at least a little bit. But if she didn't think she could do it, he wasn't going to test her. And he definitely wasn't going to ask her to do something she wasn't comfortable with.

Anya shook her head a little at his little attempt at lightening the mood... she was thankful that he was trying, she was, but really there wasn't much that could lighten the conversation. Sage was the first person she'd loved, really loved, and it was admittedly hard to say she'd be able to let him go again. That one day he'd leave and he wouldn't come back, and she'd just have to keep on going the way she always had. She knew it was stupid, and childish really, the idea of trying to keep him going even while he knew he was dying, but all she wanted to do was to look after him. She knew Sage was fine with the idea of dying... but she couldn't wrap her head around it just yet. "I don't think I can do that," she murmured softly into his chest, "just let you die... if you come to me, and you know things aren't going well, I'm going to do my best for you," she whispered gently, going to press a light kiss to his jaw.

Sage smiled softly at the girl. It was what he had figured she'd say...the girl loved him, and he knew better than anyone what losing someone you loved felt like. He didn't want to hurt the girl like that...but he wasn't invincible...quite the opposite, really. "I know. But at some point the best for me is going to have to be to let me go," he murmured gently, stroking his fingers through the girl's hair. It seemed awful to say...but the girl did need to know. Life wasn't something he enjoyed...if he did, then he would have asked her for help if he was dying. But really, the best help she could give him was to just make things more peaceful.

Anya's jaw clenched slightly at his words but didn't move from

her spot, where she was tucked away in the crook of his neck. She did know there was nothing she could do about this all... Sage had said to her that things would be fine, and that dying really wasn't something that scared him so much, but she was still scared about loosing him more than anything. It was so selfish of her to feel like that, and she knew that, but it was all she didn't really think there was any other way for her to feel about it. How else were you meant to feel when someone you loved said there would be nothing you could do for them. She'd tried so hard to make him enjoy life a little bit more, trying to give him a reason to wake up in the morning, but it still just hadn't worked. "I know," she finally whispered, knowing that he was right. But she still has time with him... time where she didn't have to worry about him so much, and she could still make the most of that.

Sage sighed slightly and curled tighter around the girl in what he hoped was a comforting way. He hated to hurt the girl like this....but he didn't see a way to talk about this is a better manner. But for now, he had a few years left, and he was fully planning on spending it with Anya. He wasn't going to just leave and never come back....that wouldn't help either of them.