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[tender]

And who would you have me be wretched to? Someone other than our enemies?

[illithidnapped]

You've suffered, darling. You don't need me to tell you that. But when the memories haunt and you realize the people standing at your side don't give a damn about throwing you back in a cage to save their own skin, you might rethink the benefit of all those years spent on your own.

People lie. They hurt and they hate and they lie, and they'll ruin you for trusting them.

I'll ruin you for trusting me. So do yourself a favor, and be wretched. Protect yourself. Don't—

[He stops there, breath hitching audibly in the silence.]

—reach for me.

[tender]

There are people like that here. I know that there are.

I don't think you're one of them.

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Then you don't know anything.

[His exhale is thin. Tired. Wound up as he's been, he doesn't have it in him to bicker on endlessly. To bite, even when he knows he ought to.]

Goodnight, my dear.