Gale, who has unfortunately thought extensively about his own death, finds his frown deepening.
"You're forgetting something, Astarion."
Said in the low, regretful tones of someone who hates to bring down the tone again but who simply cannot stop. The wizard of Waterdeep, after all, comes with his own method of ending things. One that is catastrophic, that would take more than just himself with him, but that would at least be... quick. Would put a stop to things in a very final manner before any tentacles had a chance to take hold. He has thought of it often, his charge. Has thought of the peace there is in knowing there is a plan, yet in the increasing unease he feels realising he's coming to care about the people around him. That it might hurt to leave them behind.
Still. Optimism. Optimism is the way.
He takes a breath, tries to forcibly lighten the mood.
"But, whatever the reason, it does seem as if fate has granted us a little longer."
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"You're forgetting something, Astarion."
Said in the low, regretful tones of someone who hates to bring down the tone again but who simply cannot stop. The wizard of Waterdeep, after all, comes with his own method of ending things. One that is catastrophic, that would take more than just himself with him, but that would at least be... quick. Would put a stop to things in a very final manner before any tentacles had a chance to take hold. He has thought of it often, his charge. Has thought of the peace there is in knowing there is a plan, yet in the increasing unease he feels realising he's coming to care about the people around him. That it might hurt to leave them behind.
Still. Optimism. Optimism is the way.
He takes a breath, tries to forcibly lighten the mood.
"But, whatever the reason, it does seem as if fate has granted us a little longer."