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[Ellie sighs, deeply, like she's sighing out a great many things. It's painful to talk about, and she's been keeping her secrets for so long, they don't come easily to her tongue. But Joel is long dead, and what he's done will never hurt Astarion.

And more than that, Astarion trusted her with the knowledge of what happened with Cazador. He's earned the full truth.]

Remember how I'm immune to that infection I told you about?

[She shuffles again, arranging herself in the grass like there's a comfortable position she can get into to explain properly. There are no good words.]

That's the reason I was with Joel. He was supposed to take me to this group called the Fireflies. They- they had scientists. Who were supposed to figure out what happened to me, so they could make a vaccine. So they could make other people immune.

[A lump comes to her throat. It hurts, it still hurts. And some small, ugly part of her is still furious, still devastated.]

It could've meant saving the people left. It could've meant... the start of rebuilding our world. It wouldn't have fixed everything, but- it would have changed everything.

It took us a year to get there. A year of absolute fucking hell.