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For one, your fear that you won't be able to protect all of us with that wealth of wit.

Because you won't be able to. That's damned well impossible under the absolute best of circumstances, and I'm certain that's a truth you know just as well as I do.

[He eyes that refilled glass for a moment, weighing it before plucking it up once more.]

...but if you're lucky, and as moderately sharp as I suspect, you might be able to save some when it counts. More than what'd have panned out otherwise.

[bouchonne]

[ That hits harder than By would have expected. Twists at his heart. Which is stupid: this is exactly what he wanted Astarion to think, the campaign he's been waging. Even so, he flinches slightly, then renews his smile. ]

I do hope so, my dear.

[ He lifts his cup: ] And I expect the same of you.

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Oh don't. [Astarion hums back coyly, ignoring that toast in favor of drinking deep with purposeful determination. This time, when he puts it back down, he rises fully— heat already beginning to crawl its way up along his spine, the warmth of one too many drinks on an empty stomach.] You'll only be disappointed, if that's what you settle on.

I promise you, the moment things start to fall to pieces, you'll forget I was ever here.

And so will I.