Would you think less of me if I said neither? [Asked when he knows the answer already, but in all things, sometimes it isn't so much about what's spoken as much as it is the conversational path they tread. The idea of broaching nightmares through flitting snippets of words exchanged through wine-soaked breath across a table or jotted down on paper— or said nothing of at all, in those moments when their fingers wind together or their knuckles faintly tap.
Only one of those is an option right now, and so that posed question is Astarion's way of deflecting the brunt of a heavy thing, coursing it away from vulnerable measures.
And a heart that knows better now than it did then.]
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Only one of those is an option right now, and so that posed question is Astarion's way of deflecting the brunt of a heavy thing, coursing it away from vulnerable measures.
And a heart that knows better now than it did then.]