show me what you're made of || laurent vs beck

"We'll make them remember us."

Them?

Laurent couldn't think of anyone but his family. Thousands of gazes watched him through TV screens, and Laurent understood their point of view. He had been that viewer once; idly staring at the TV while waiting for his mother to finish dinner. Sometimes he would pay attention, sometimes he wouldn't. Occasionally he felt pity for the district threes who died over and over again, grateful that his family wasn't involved. He knew how easy it was to forget their faces, their names.

Laurent was simply another shade of grey. Nothing notable, nothing spectacular. He had a predictable story with a pathetic outcome, blood slowly dripping from beneath the suspended bridge. His body would likely collapse before Beck finished him off. What was his legacy? The boy from Three who outlived his allies based on pure luck? The boy who killed his dsitrict partner because she gave up? The boy who stumbled and lost all of his supplies, signing his own death warrant?

He couldn't believe any of those would be his legacy. The truth was, he would leave nothing behind but a sick brother. Elijah was the one who would remember him. His family, they mattered. They were who he thought about. They were the ones who cared about him, who could actually cry for him. Maybe Beck would sympathize with him as well, but how long would that mourning last? A day? A few weeks?

What if Beck dies tomorrow?

A string of forgotten boys.

After all of this suffering, Laurent hoped his little brother would write them in a story. He wanted everybody to be there; Ikaros with his bold words, Phi with his blazing spirit, Noel with her cruel determination, Juliet with her iron will, Georgina with her soft heart, and Beck with his humanity.

We'll make them remember us.

Despite the pain that wracked his body, he managed a faint smile. He slumped against the side of the bridge, ready to throw all of his bloody weight at Beck again because he refused to accept death. "That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

To be remembered.