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[arkitect]

I would not say it disappoints, no.

[It's not really surprising, is the thing. He's aware of the tenuous distance they tend to keep between them, despite any physical closeness they engage in-- that opening up further tends to be a momentary thing. He hardly anticipated an answer.

What is disappointing is the fact that he's stuck here at a physical distance, regardless of what they do or don't say.]

But keep your counsel, if you m--

[He cuts off abruptly, with a short sound of surprise; there's the grating sound of something hitting stone very nearby, and he curses under his breath, his tone shorter when he speaks again. Distracted.]

What in the world-- wherever you are, stay there.

[illithidnapped]

[Stay there. A warning. Sharp.

Astarion knows the difference between a commotion and a disaster. He can hear it in Emet-Selch’s voice. Sense it as keenly as an animal, attuned to the simplest shift in the air.]

If it’s him, [Him, the only threat that might very well stand a chance at rending Kirkwall itself.] you tell me.

Even if it costs your dying breath.

[A flicker of— something lives there. Something tense. Dragging. He won’t say more. Can’t. Not now.

But if this passes, and they all survive it, they’ll speak again.]

[arkitect]

I assure you, my final words will be much different.

[As if he'd let himself be killed in such a manner, leave himself with no room to utter anything but a warning. He sounds tense as he says it, though, his voice low.]

And you certainly will not hear them today.

[That's where he ends the connection; these creatures may or may not be drawn to sound, and there's no reason to test that unnecessarily.]