[ It's for the best that he has something to do — that he can play off his frown as an expression of concentration as he applies a stretch of bandage to Gale's side, fingers as sure and deft as they are with any lock or trap; that he can hide his face behind Gale's raised arm.
I have no intention of dying — except, he does. Just not here, not now. What Astarion knows of his future, that he could be talked out of once more prostrating himself at Mystra's feet, is one he also knows is not his place to share. Even then, he'd felt the precariousness of it all — one false word, one hint of misplaced trust, and he'd have gone through with detonating the netherese orb.
It was his choice to make, will be his choice to make. Astarion has shared too much already, in saying that they were about to arrive at Baldur's Gate. ]
Is there anything she's incapable of replicating?
[ Not that he necessarily expects Gale to have a comprehensive answer, but it's a starting point. ]
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I have no intention of dying — except, he does. Just not here, not now. What Astarion knows of his future, that he could be talked out of once more prostrating himself at Mystra's feet, is one he also knows is not his place to share. Even then, he'd felt the precariousness of it all — one false word, one hint of misplaced trust, and he'd have gone through with detonating the netherese orb.
It was his choice to make, will be his choice to make. Astarion has shared too much already, in saying that they were about to arrive at Baldur's Gate. ]
Is there anything she's incapable of replicating?
[ Not that he necessarily expects Gale to have a comprehensive answer, but it's a starting point. ]