[ At some point in the afternoon, just as Matt's last breath leaves his body, a small golden light appears in his room. It's about the size of a marble, and instantly, it flutters through the air as if on an errand it knows well. Walls and locked doors are no impediment to it, as it isn't strictly solid, and it leaves no trace behind it.
Eventually, the little bauble finds Astarion. It winds and dances around him, gentle as a summer breeze but insistent all the same. If he follows it through the halls, the light will direct him to a folded slip of paper with his name on it. ]
Astarion,
When I accused you, I was not being the person I wanted to be. I hope you won't take it to heart. You do not deserve it.
Hope you do better in this game than I did. Please look out for Lauralae.
spams but this time with trauma
Eventually, the little bauble finds Astarion. It winds and dances around him, gentle as a summer breeze but insistent all the same. If he follows it through the halls, the light will direct him to a folded slip of paper with his name on it. ]
Astarion,
When I accused you, I was not being the person I wanted to be. I hope you won't take it to heart. You do not deserve it.
Hope you do better in this game than I did. Please look out for Lauralae.
P.S. (for Shadowheart) Bawkbawkbawk, bawk-bawk. Cluckcluckcluck.
[ He still doesn't speak chicken. ]