[ This doesn't answer him all that succinctly but he also acknowledges it doesn't really matter at this point. ]
...I also considered it. [ And then he makes a face. Considered it. Maybe he doesn't want to say it like that, like he would have. Then again. ] That evening after the fourth trial when we met, I thought...
[ Her loss of hope, the despair. It makes the bottom of his stomach churn a bit, thinking about how tried to blink past his gradually distorting thoughts. Asked her if she wanted to give up, the feeling he would've gotten from it if she said yes. ]
I almost killed her instead. It was just me and her in the cabin that last night. She was still asleep. It would have been horrendously easy. But I didn't want to give in to the lingering whispers and urges. I stepped out instead, and... well... ended up running into somebody else.
[ He ran into Izutsumi instead, and most things after that was a blur. ]
[there's a little bit of curiosity, when he trails off the first time.
a slow sigh.]
I sat on the edge of the boardwalk and put my nails in my thighs so I wouldn't throw myself at the first person that talked to me. [she says, idly, taking the whiskey bottle and moving back around the corner.
she holds it in one hand, and offers her other free hand to daan.]
Didn't work for either of us. Resisting. [...] I caught myself wondering, right, if I'd killed her, Astarion wouldn't be here with us.
[ He's quiet for a moment, as usual, but eventually he takes the hand. Also as usual, as of late. ]
Sorry lot after all, aren't we? It's been sitting around in my head for... weeks. Kept thinking, it'd be a mercy kill, they either outright asked or you're sure they would've asked to be set free if they were in their right mind.
[ Karlach says that, that maybe Astarion wouldn't be over here if Robin was dead, and there's another dull pulse of wretchedness. Now he's thinking it too. ]
It's not ideal, but he's here and safe with you now.
[she holds it, warm and solid, and tugs him along with her. it's maybe a little funny how much it puts her at ease when he takes it - the relief and comfort soaks down and out.]
Yeah, little bit. [sorry lot. she did ask, too. for karlach, it was a mercy kill. she wonders if it is for robin, for kate. if it would be for ash.]
... It's alright. Selfish as it is, I'm glad he's here. He's here, and he's human. Safe as he can be.
[a soothing feeling, something that she tries to wedge up against that dull pulse.]
I don't mean to be a downer. Drinks make me a bit too honest for my own good.
[ASTARION AS GOJO'S DAD fair i guess geto is karlach's sonbrother]
He forgot. Two hundred years and he forgot what they looked like, but not now. [...] He gets to be in the sun, because of me. I'm happy.
[he's dead, but he's alive! and she's drunk, so this is her silver lining to a generally shitty day of watching her friends claw themselves over the finish line.]
[adds you in anyway because i stole your execution toplevel
she nods though. if they're still holding hands she'll lead him back off to the apartments, absently trying to get the whiskey bottle open with one hand.]
She can hold it out to them together they have two hands free and he can untop that thing so she can drink and walk. Truly just supporting alcoholism, but you know, he'd rather it be done where she can be seen and monitored.
Would she like Tulip for company again? Makes her bed also. ]
[at least it's only occasional alcoholism! which isn't great still but hey. long week.
she doesn't mind having tulip for company at all - tulip can join clive the bear. she will watch him make her bed (which is never made, ever, because she is who she is) with some mild amusement, drinking right from the bottle.]
Makes me feel like I'm not old enough to be drinking. [she jokes.]
[ If anything they avoided alcoholism for long enough because the living side only had shit drinks for the most part. It's playing catch-up.
Her bed is going to be so neat, and Tulip is being put on it. It's less so neat and tidy plain, but more to be cosier and homely. He gives her a sorta-pointed look. ]
[ Perhaps even tuck her into bed. No just kidding. Well, making her just go to sleep isn't not an option.
I guess he also nicked a glass or two because he doesn't care if Karlach drinks straight from the bottle but he figured he'd bring them just in case, putting them on the table beside. ]
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When?
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When I thought that I could tear her apart.
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...I also considered it. [ And then he makes a face. Considered it. Maybe he doesn't want to say it like that, like he would have. Then again. ] That evening after the fourth trial when we met, I thought...
[ Her loss of hope, the despair. It makes the bottom of his stomach churn a bit, thinking about how tried to blink past his gradually distorting thoughts. Asked her if she wanted to give up, the feeling he would've gotten from it if she said yes. ]
I almost killed her instead. It was just me and her in the cabin that last night. She was still asleep. It would have been horrendously easy. But I didn't want to give in to the lingering whispers and urges. I stepped out instead, and... well... ended up running into somebody else.
[ He ran into Izutsumi instead, and most things after that was a blur. ]
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a slow sigh.]
I sat on the edge of the boardwalk and put my nails in my thighs so I wouldn't throw myself at the first person that talked to me. [she says, idly, taking the whiskey bottle and moving back around the corner.
she holds it in one hand, and offers her other free hand to daan.]
Didn't work for either of us. Resisting. [...] I caught myself wondering, right, if I'd killed her, Astarion wouldn't be here with us.
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Sorry lot after all, aren't we? It's been sitting around in my head for... weeks. Kept thinking, it'd be a mercy kill, they either outright asked or you're sure they would've asked to be set free if they were in their right mind.
[ Karlach says that, that maybe Astarion wouldn't be over here if Robin was dead, and there's another dull pulse of wretchedness. Now he's thinking it too. ]
It's not ideal, but he's here and safe with you now.
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Yeah, little bit. [sorry lot. she did ask, too. for karlach, it was a mercy kill. she wonders if it is for robin, for kate. if it would be for ash.]
... It's alright. Selfish as it is, I'm glad he's here. He's here, and he's human. Safe as he can be.
[a soothing feeling, something that she tries to wedge up against that dull pulse.]
I don't mean to be a downer. Drinks make me a bit too honest for my own good.
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Actually did use the wish proper, did he?
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[a little ping of delight, at that.]
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[ Blue and white... Gojo... that's your long-last dad... ]
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He forgot. Two hundred years and he forgot what they looked like, but not now. [...] He gets to be in the sun, because of me. I'm happy.
[he's dead, but he's alive! and she's drunk, so this is her silver lining to a generally shitty day of watching her friends claw themselves over the finish line.]
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I'm glad for you, Karlach. I really am. Beautiful conclusion to it all, two out of three done in getting your wishes granted.
Suppose the last is Gale himself?
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[a little twist of sad, but.]
He's got a partner. I think it's Laudna? [...] Just up to him to use it now. I don't know if he has. I need to write him but words are hard.
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[ He's so weirdly entangled in BG3 things now to a comical degree even if it's mostly through Karlach. Truly just in-laws by proxy. ]
What's he waiting on? Seems like with you two sorted out, it's a good of a thing as any to use.
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Yeah, I'd like that. Your handwriting's nicer. [and then:] It stops him from getting picked. His blood was like acid.
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[ He doesn't understand. ]
What do you mean?
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[frowns.]
He was keeping it so people wouldn't kill him.
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Internally Daan briefly thinks to himself that that wouldn't necessarily make him unkillable but obviously he doesn't say this. ]
Anything for survival, I suppose. But at this point, knowing what we do...
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anyway, she also doesn't think that'd stop people, but gale thought it would, so.]
Yeah, I'd rather he just use it, and then come here. He's going to have to. [...] I don't want him to be alone.
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...
Anyway, let's get out of here.
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she nods though. if they're still holding hands she'll lead him back off to the apartments, absently trying to get the whiskey bottle open with one hand.]
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She can hold it out to them together they have two hands free and he can untop that thing so she can drink and walk. Truly just supporting alcoholism, but you know, he'd rather it be done where she can be seen and monitored.
Would she like Tulip for company again? Makes her bed also. ]
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she doesn't mind having tulip for company at all - tulip can join clive the bear. she will watch him make her bed (which is never made, ever, because she is who she is) with some mild amusement, drinking right from the bottle.]
Makes me feel like I'm not old enough to be drinking. [she jokes.]
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Her bed is going to be so neat, and Tulip is being put on it. It's less so neat and tidy plain, but more to be cosier and homely. He gives her a sorta-pointed look. ]
Keep joking and I'll make it real. Now sit.
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What does that even mean? What a threat. [tail swish.]
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[ Perhaps even tuck her into bed. No just kidding. Well, making her just go to sleep isn't not an option.
I guess he also nicked a glass or two because he doesn't care if Karlach drinks straight from the bottle but he figured he'd bring them just in case, putting them on the table beside. ]
See? Already more comfortable.
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