She comes out of this with a weight on her shoulders untold. That heaviness hits hard. Sure, getting the news from a budget Ian McKellan may have softened the blow in a theatre. Sitting in Gale's skin and hearing his sentence read out, dismissive and pitying from his once beloved mentor? It's hard to take comfort in the disconnect.]
Gale?
[Moreover, the tadpole. What the fuck was that about?]
Gale, you're not going to go through with it. Are you?
... A mistake, I recognize now. Made in a moment of panic and regret.
[ ... ]
I had spent a good deal of time rebelling against her - Mystra. Her directives, her ideals, her expectations of me. I had chosen to begin experimenting with powers previously forbidden to me, to learn magic I was not to touch in my time with her. Out of anger, or bitterness, or simply curiosity.
And I think when faced with that moment, the moment of choice - and I considered her directive - I ... snapped back the other direction too sharply.
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W2 - MONDAY
enjoy.]
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She comes out of this with a weight on her shoulders untold. That heaviness hits hard. Sure, getting the news from a budget Ian McKellan may have softened the blow in a theatre. Sitting in Gale's skin and hearing his sentence read out, dismissive and pitying from his once beloved mentor? It's hard to take comfort in the disconnect.]
Gale?
[Moreover, the tadpole. What the fuck was that about?]
Gale, you're not going to go through with it. Are you?
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but we'll start with this one: ]
... I believe I mentioned a mistake I would care to correct, yes?
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[More or less. She's missing several steps in between.]
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Blowing up is the mistake I would care to fix.
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...Gale. Did you...
[Bro did you mcfucking die]
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... A mistake, I recognize now. Made in a moment of panic and regret.
[ ... ]
I had spent a good deal of time rebelling against her - Mystra. Her directives, her ideals, her expectations of me. I had chosen to begin experimenting with powers previously forbidden to me, to learn magic I was not to touch in my time with her. Out of anger, or bitterness, or simply curiosity.
And I think when faced with that moment, the moment of choice - and I considered her directive - I ... snapped back the other direction too sharply.
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What a tidy way to put it.
[Her hands go to her hair. Fluffing it out the back as she stares at points unknown, weaving between his words for a reasonable explanation.
Well. Laudna's here. As is Astarion, who is definitely-not-a-vampire. What's so far-flung about a certified resurrection?]
I really, truly don't know what to say. [She blinks.] I'm sorry we weren't a match.
[He could very much use that wish, yes. Her eyes hit his and she regrets the glib shit. She sets her hands to his shoulders, keeping his gaze.]
Mostly, I'm just sorry. That's not...it's beyond my imagination. But you didn't deserve it. I can grasp that much.