[Idly, almost without her realizing it, her mind wanders. Magic is just another word for science, after all, and it's not that she would ever keep slaves, it's just . . . oh, she can't help but think of hypotheticals. How would one keep a slave eternally bound, as much a thought exercise as what do I substitute for ledeburite in this backward world or how would I more effectively redesign this organization. It occupies her thoughts for a few seconds, but oh: Astarion truly is much more interesting.]
For now, yes. I have no intention of lingering in this world any longer than I need to— but nor would I go back, were I you. And so long as we're stuck here . . .
There are worse things to be than a whore. Or a slave, if it comes to that. But the boon of a new world is that you're allowed to remake yourself, if that's what you wish. You can be who you always wanted to be, but couldn't, for one reason or another.
It may not end well, mind you. I have seen that, too: vainglorious men desperate to abandon their past and in doing so, lost their grip on reality and morality both. But I have seen it end well, too— or at least satisfying to the person in question.
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For now, yes. I have no intention of lingering in this world any longer than I need to— but nor would I go back, were I you. And so long as we're stuck here . . .
There are worse things to be than a whore. Or a slave, if it comes to that. But the boon of a new world is that you're allowed to remake yourself, if that's what you wish. You can be who you always wanted to be, but couldn't, for one reason or another.
It may not end well, mind you. I have seen that, too: vainglorious men desperate to abandon their past and in doing so, lost their grip on reality and morality both. But I have seen it end well, too— or at least satisfying to the person in question.
So: who do you wish to become?