Doubt they'll offer. They've got me here because I'm attached. [...] Will you take care of yourself on the other side? Let flower girl be sweet to you.
[ He puts his hand on the barrier, quiet and silent. His face knits together into a bare semblance of what everybody had been seeing for the last month.
To think there's more after this is a nightmare. But he doesn't say that out loud. ]
[her own features are mostly back to normal - all that's left are the horns.
she knows, though. that he's tired. she is too. she gets it. he puts his hand up, and she slides her own still-bloody one up to rest on the barrier, too. up against his, the barriers in the way.]
[ Help it's true you will get blorbo'd for being an unhinged occasionally murderous weirdo.
He's quiet, though. Clearly uncertain. Karlach induces enough sanity in him that he doesn't just make promises he can't keep, to think about this logically, to not give ae solid answer until he knows anything about that. ]
I think I'd be pretty out of my depth in a world like yours, based on what all three of you have told me...
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Too bad nobody is going to want to strike a deal with me now. Probably.
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[a little smile.]
Doubt they'll offer. They've got me here because I'm attached. [...] Will you take care of yourself on the other side? Let flower girl be sweet to you.
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[ He just sighs, vaguely. ]
You think it's real?
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[softer.]
Yeah. I think it's real. And if it is, send me a letter.
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To think there's more after this is a nightmare. But he doesn't say that out loud. ]
Only if you'll be there to read it.
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she knows, though. that he's tired. she is too. she gets it. he puts his hand up, and she slides her own still-bloody one up to rest on the barrier, too. up against his, the barriers in the way.]
I'll try. [...] I'll try, Daan.
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... I still want you to get to open that bar. Do anything at all, after all this.
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You think I can live in human society again after this?...
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I'm fucked up, Karlach. Ever since Prehevil. This week was a long-time coming.
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... You should come back with me. To Faerun.
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Don't know if that's even going to be possible.
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[famine is also maybe not the most reliable narrator but listen. there's that hope that won't quit. even here.]
Would you think about it? [...] Wouldn't matter if you were fucked up, there. Everybody is.
[treats daan like the durge]
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He's quiet, though. Clearly uncertain. Karlach induces enough sanity in him that he doesn't just make promises he can't keep, to think about this logically, to not give ae solid answer until he knows anything about that. ]
I think I'd be pretty out of my depth in a world like yours, based on what all three of you have told me...
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[she closes her eyes, resting her head against the barrier. bleeds sluggishly.]
You'd probably like some of the smaller cities. That's okay. I don't know if the Gate is even home anymore.
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...
I'll keep it in the back of my mind?
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[but:]
That's all I'm asking. Just a thought, while you're here with me.
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Okay.
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[she says, soft.]
Thank you. Just - in general. For being you. I've liked being your friend.
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[ Or even. Ever. ]
Thank you.