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[heirring]

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[illithidnapped]

How worldly of you. [Astarion croons, fawning over nothing and no one.] How very wizened.

And utterly, entirely wrong.

I’ve already suffered enough in one world. I don’t intend to make it two.

[heirring]

And you would sacrifice understanding the way in which some fundamental part of your being had been altered to avoid it? That seems to me outrageously permissive of you, sir. I know that I myself would be unable to tolerate living in the shadow of such a mystery.

[illithidnapped]

I—

[He scoffs, there. Soured.] I am simply being cautious. I'll get to it once I find the right candidate.

In the meanwhile, why don't you worry about nursing yourself along, since you're so apparently unwell.

[heirring]

Well do try to see that this right candidate you find isn't a rifter. It shouldn't do to repeat the same test over.

[No comment for the rest.]

[illithidnapped]

Do I sound like an imbecile to you?

[heirring]

[The pause before her reply must be damning.]