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[bhaalist]

No, indeed you are not anyone's.

You are not the friend I remember, but I would like to be yours. Some of what I know may be the same, some may be different. I would like to know where that is so, and let myself be known, to remove this imbalance. I don't like it anymore than you do.

[ he hates the disparity. they had grown in friendship before because their situation was the same, they grew to trust each other.

is doing so here impossible? ]

I'm sorry. I will give you your space, and leave it in your hands. You have this contact, and my room is [ directions ] if you should wish to speak again.

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[ For a long moment, Astarion reads and re-reads the message that's come through, worrying his lip as he wonders if he's been unduly blunt — and swiftly dismisses the thought.

He forgoes a response for the moment, but it isn't as though he'll forget this anytime soon. ]