[He was teasing, but the sincere rumble in Astarion's voice leaves Leto smiling softly. It's sweet, for all that they're joking.]
I know you would.
[Oh, Maker, yes, there's no doubt in Leto's mind. And though he has no intention of courting death, still: there's a part of him that would happily watch Astarion raise hell for his sake, biting out throats and murdering a god just to save his amatus from certain death . . .
It's a warming thought.
. . . it also comes before Leto circles back in that conversation, belatedly frowning.]
How are there different Deaths? It's death. How many ways can varying gods split it up?
[That's to say nothing of the concept of worship in this world. How do you bow down to a god you might conceivably meet on the street? It's like worshipping the postman.]
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I know you would.
[Oh, Maker, yes, there's no doubt in Leto's mind. And though he has no intention of courting death, still: there's a part of him that would happily watch Astarion raise hell for his sake, biting out throats and murdering a god just to save his amatus from certain death . . .
It's a warming thought.
. . . it also comes before Leto circles back in that conversation, belatedly frowning.]
How are there different Deaths? It's death. How many ways can varying gods split it up?
[That's to say nothing of the concept of worship in this world. How do you bow down to a god you might conceivably meet on the street? It's like worshipping the postman.]