A man of quite a lot of ambition, then. We’re all very good at finding our way back to being wretched, regardless of which path is followed. [ observation, not… judgement. ]
The you who said no, and the you that said yes. I think I’m starting to see what this place is cooking up for us this week. I do so hate the intrusive effects the most.
[ they’re all intrusive, but— if it’s showing possibilities, alternate paths your life could take, all of them must’ve been possible at some point. an opposite choice, a moment of weakness, something like that. leading down a multitude of different paths.
different, but not pulled out of nowhere. ]
Are you planning on letting it eat at you? You know you didn’t make that choice.
[ no its okay you can judge him. you should definitely judge him. sazantos deserves it.
rondo takes a long last look at the armored version of himself. his eyes feel harder. he looks more tired. he has to wonder, if this is what sazantos looked like under that mask - exhausted. it makes his heart hurt, and he listens to astarion's wisdom, letting the words simmer in the back of his head.
he takes a deep breath. and he smiles. ]
...No. No, I don't think so. And besides - it showed something awful, but... it showed me something wonderful before, too. [ rondo as the flameguard, after all.
he has the strength to take a step away and out of the mirror's line, smile still on his face. ]
Thank you, Mr. Astarion. [ hehe. ] I needed to hear that, I think.
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A man of quite a lot of ambition, then. We’re all very good at finding our way back to being wretched, regardless of which path is followed. [ observation, not… judgement. ]
The you who said no, and the you that said yes. I think I’m starting to see what this place is cooking up for us this week. I do so hate the intrusive effects the most.
[ they’re all intrusive, but— if it’s showing possibilities, alternate paths your life could take, all of them must’ve been possible at some point. an opposite choice, a moment of weakness, something like that. leading down a multitude of different paths.
different, but not pulled out of nowhere. ]
Are you planning on letting it eat at you? You know you didn’t make that choice.
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rondo takes a long last look at the armored version of himself. his eyes feel harder. he looks more tired. he has to wonder, if this is what sazantos looked like under that mask - exhausted. it makes his heart hurt, and he listens to astarion's wisdom, letting the words simmer in the back of his head.
he takes a deep breath. and he smiles. ]
...No. No, I don't think so. And besides - it showed something awful, but... it showed me something wonderful before, too. [ rondo as the flameguard, after all.
he has the strength to take a step away and out of the mirror's line, smile still on his face. ]
Thank you, Mr. Astarion. [ hehe. ] I needed to hear that, I think.
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Like showing you a dream and a nightmare.
[ hmmm. ]
You’re welcome, I suppose. This place is rather good at messing with our heads.