[Being Astarion, the latter is the safest bet... and also the correct one, technically.]
Maybe. [He never asked, ghosts being what they are. The way culture in Thedas tends to deify and villify however it pleases, and how discussing it seemed to hurt. Like nooses and old flames, sometimes the hint of a story is enough.]
One of her allies was for certain— not that I actually blame him, given what I’ve heard of her.
[Well.]
Not that I blame him at all, regardless.
I might enjoy every flavor there is to catalogue, but it’s not as if people get to choose which ones actually melt across their tongues.
[Even so:]
...doesn’t mean I’m thrilled to find myself the odd man out, though. Irony of ironies, and all that.
Go two hundred years seducing people and without feeling a thing, and—
no subject
Maybe. [He never asked, ghosts being what they are. The way culture in Thedas tends to deify and villify however it pleases, and how discussing it seemed to hurt. Like nooses and old flames, sometimes the hint of a story is enough.]
One of her allies was for certain— not that I actually blame him, given what I’ve heard of her.
[Well.]
Not that I blame him at all, regardless.
I might enjoy every flavor there is to catalogue, but it’s not as if people get to choose which ones actually melt across their tongues.
[Even so:]
...doesn’t mean I’m thrilled to find myself the odd man out, though. Irony of ironies, and all that.
Go two hundred years seducing people and without feeling a thing, and—
Well.
As you Orlesians say: c’est la whatever.