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[harderdaddy]

Frowning, the demon thinks on it a moment. "...you ain't him. An' if livin' that made ya feel that way, then I don't think ya gotta worry about becomin' him. Even if ya suddenly had all the power in the world." Another beat. "...who'd ya hurt in there?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion shakes his head.

"I'm afraid that's between he and I, darling. Though I'm not concerned about him taking bloody revenge. He's...if anything, too fine about what happened, in my opinion."

[harderdaddy]

There's an accepting nod and Angel sighs. "Sounds messy. I'm sorry. Would ya feel better if he were mad about it?" Sometimes that's easier, if only because it gets it out in the open and dealt with. Or maybe just because it's expected.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Yes. No? I don't know. I would prefer it if he cared about what happened to him at all, I suppose."

He gulps the wine. It is not a sip.

"Enough of that maudlin nonsense. How was it for you?"

[harderdaddy]

"Got ta be the family disappoint again," Angel offers with a smirk, "Old Man was shit in a whole new way. Cut me off once I started gettin' the family name too dirty with my shit. Popped those pills like they were the fun kinda drugs ta try and keep my mind straight."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I suppose staying out of even the most benign institutions is fun in a sense," Astarion drawls. "Until my other self stopped having to worry about it altogether, he was just...scuttling around the city's underbelly like an insect, staying away from anyone who might try to 'help'."

In retrospect, it all feels extremely familiar.

[harderdaddy]

Familiar to the both of them, Angel taking a long drink and nodding in understanding. "Ya know, my first flood- I got ta be a squirrel. Feel like it gave me that wrong impression a where these were gonna goes," he laughs.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion chuckles softly.

"The Admiral doesn't seem particularly interested in...maintaining a particular tone, does he? One day you're an adorable woodland creature, the next you're running from unspeakable horror or certain death."

[harderdaddy]

"Guess it keeps things interestin'," Angel allows with a grin, "Shit would get borin' if it were all sunshine an' rainbows all the time."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I wouldn't know, and neither would you," he drawls. "I suppose one could make some cliche comment on light requiring darkness to be better appreciated."

[harderdaddy]

"Eh, people who say that ain't seen real dark, they're just tryin' ta sound profound when they ain't," Angel argues calmly, lips quirking. "But but I guess they ain't completely wrong neither? Ya do...learn shit. Just don' like how we gotta learn it."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"And a lot of what you learn is shit," Astarion says, a little more...contemplatively. "And rather difficult to apply, once you're out from under the crushing heel where you learnt it."