[ Brave. She doesn’t feel it, in this moment. Maybe bravery would be renouncing this place entirely, running into the woods—to what? Back to the manor, where the gate might shut on her again? They trade one set of shackles for another, here. Even the perilous road to Baldur’s Gate didn’t feel like this, nothing but dead ends closing in on them. ]
I know. I know it’s not simple.
Perhaps we’ve given ourselves another dormant parasite, with these scars. I already feel the pull of what I’m expected to do here. The rightness of it.
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I know. I know it’s not simple.
Perhaps we’ve given ourselves another dormant parasite, with these scars. I already feel the pull of what I’m expected to do here. The rightness of it.
I imagine you do, too.
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And we will find a way to be rid of it, just as we will the tadpole and the Absolute.
[ if she even desires that, at the end of all this. ]
I hope you know you have us through this, however difficult the road may be.
You don't need Her. You never have.
[ something he's trying to tell himself. ]
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You and Astarion both. If it ever seems otherwise—
Everything blurs here. Fractures. It’s harder to hold onto who I am when so many others bleed through.
But I am trying. I promise.