Ame looked around in a panic. But then a thought came to her with the sacrificial magic. Life forces could be restored by a gift from a sorceress to a non-sorceress. Memories could be transplanted. Why could one not combine the two and make a gift to restore thoughts and feelings and memories?
She spoke mind-to-mind with Ansel. [i]Ansel, hold on to my memories, and don't you DARE let them go. When it's time, you'll know, and you push them back into me. But not one second before. And get ready to catch me in your necklace if things go wrong.[/i] She cloned all of her own memories, all of her own perceptions of her senses, memories that were just... hers. She transplanted one full set, the original ones, into a small corner of Ansel's mind.
With the copies... She took the tiniest of Silly's daggers, ignoring her friend's worried look. "I'm not going to kill myself, Silenia, calm down. Magic things." She climbed up the hill until she stood over Celaena's body, the dagger shining silver in her hand.
Least important things first. "With my taste I call thee; remember who ye are." She pricked her tongue with the knife and let the drop of blood fall on Celaena. It was rich glittering purple, not red. Instantly Ame's mouth went numb.
"With my smell I call thee; remember who ye are." Pricked the septum of her nose.
"With my hearing I call thee; remember who ye are." Nicked both ears. The silence swallowed her, but still her mouth worked.
"With my mind I call thee, remember who ye are." Laid open a gash on her forehead. The only memory she clung to was what she was doing and why.
"With my eyes I call thee; remember who ye are." Nicked either eyelid, the world went dark.
"With my heart I call thee; remember who ye are." Pricked her chest, numbness spread through her body.
"With my strength I call thee; remember who ye are." A fairly deep cut on either forearm and she collapsed, unable to support her own body.
"With my magic I call thee; remember who ye are!" A gash across either palm, herpower trickled away. Two left.... but not much more magic left....
"With my voice I call thee; remember who ye are!" A shallow cut across her own throat, not deep enough to cut anything vital.
"With my touch I call thee! Remember who ye are! Remember who ye are! Remember who ye... are..." The last line barely whispered. Knife around behind her head. A scour across the back of her neck.
And then what little sensation was left to her vanished. Hopefully Celaena was healed. Ansel... She hoped Ansel would have gotten her soul in the pendant, to be able to transplant it back to her body and then copy the memories back over. If so then maybe her life wouldn't have been over, after just four years and a month.