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Would have thought the same thing - at least, you remember that gladiator party? Were you here then? Up until that, I figured they were all in on it. And then...one of them got hurt too. Rosie. She's still young - she doesn't seem like she's got the same hangups as the rest of them. Not yet anyway.

I'm grateful for yours too, you know. [his safety, his grace in letting them have this conversation at all.] Though, I'm starting to think prison might be the safer option here.

Maybe you're right. But if the last few weeks have taught me anything, it's that I'd rather go down living something more authentic than I was. I hid parts of myself - the parts that care about Tim - for years. I'm done with all that now - what's the goddamn point when we might all die tomorrow?

So sure, I'd offer. If you're interested. And if you're not, I'm willing to bet there's plenty here who are.

[thirsted]

That was before my time, I think. How strange — maybe they were just here first?

You're sweet, Hawk. And difficult to argue with on that point. The dungeons do seem safer, if also a rather stifling prospect.

[ The last few lines of Hawk's message give Astarion pause. The idea of living authentically is a nice one in theory, but one he struggles with all the same. Hiding parts of himself is the only way he knows how to survive. And as if that weren't enough, Hawk's offer, given so (seemingly) easily, comes as a shock. Are you sure seems like a pathetic response, in that light, and so— ]

I'd be lying if I said I had no interest. But I'll ask you again, when the time comes.

Thank you. For listening, and for offering.