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This is Rosita. I'll hit you back when I can.

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I haven't been with Astarion.

Fuck "my" warden.

Right. So you're fine with this happening on the communicator?

Whatever 'this' is, this is the only way it happens.

Sure.

Anyway, why did you kill that man?

[Oh.

Still, it doesn't do to jump to conclusions:]

Probably because he was going to kill me. Which man?

I saw the deaths.

From what I saw, they weren't attacking anyone when Astarion stabbed the first man.

Why did you think they were going to kill you?

Edited Date: 2024-05-25 09:52 pm (UTC)

Well people generally don't follow someone for half an hour and corner them in a dead end to deliver sweepstakes prizes.

[ Oh. Oh dammit. Shit. If it hadn't happened to him, he wouldn't have realized it, but he'd managed to settle his own mess without deaths. ]

Okay, um...

Did anyone tell you about how it works with the ports, as in

As in how they make it so that even people who don't look like what that place sees as 'people' can walk around?

No.

Fuck.

[ That's not at her. That's just... fuck. Dammit. Shit. Okay. ]

So when we come into port, there's something of an image overlaid on us. It makes us look like the people there. Back before I had a body, it made me look like I had a body. In fact, the body I have now is patterned on what I usually looked like, because it was an easy image to remember.

There's a lot of people here passing secret messages and doing secret work. Spies, I think they're called. Anyway, I had the filter work too well and look like someone who was supposed to meet someone else. I got into a fight because of it. And another time, someone just handed me an envelope and walked away. A-and one time, in the park, someone recited half of a poem and I recited the other half of the poem and then they handed me a ring.

...I had to wait around until someone else came and do the poem thing to get it to the right person later but anyway-

They might not have been trying to kill you. They might have been trying to pass you a message or give you something or warn you about something.

[She's not so far gone that she doesn't feel a twinge of... something. She's a murderer, she's had to admit to herself, but it was never because she wanted to be. She just wanted to be left alone.

But it's not enough she could be called sorry either. She was clearly trying to get away. She warned them. End of.]

I told them to go away. They didn't.

Things happen.

No, I know. That's why I explained all of it to you. That way you know.

I didn't get the feeling you wanted to kill anyone. You looked... distressed.

[ A breath out. ]

I'm sorry it happened. I'm sorry he didn't listen to you. I hope you're okay.

[She's not. It isn't because of this by a long shot but she's self aware enough to know a symptom when she's shown one.

Nothing she's interested in confiding to a stranger. Or anyone.]

What are you going to do to Astarion?

I'm not allowed to discuss anything about things between Astarion and I, per his request.

You can ask him yourself, though.

It's not between the two of you yet.

I'm asking you.

I already spoke to him. He's on board. And I told him I'd be talking to you.

And I'm sorry, but I'm not violating his request.

Whatever.

Right.

[ Yeah, sorry, he's pissed off but he's not going back on a promise he made. If he isn't telling Arthur, like fuck is he telling someone who hasn't even told him their name. ]

I won't say anything to anyone about the man you killed. It was an accident. You were defending your life. You didn't know.

If it helps you, the last blow took him out cleanly. He didn't suffer after that.

I don't care who you tell. If they have a problem with it I'll tell them the same thing I told you and if they still have a problem, I'll tell them myself to go to hell.

I don't need you covering for me. I don't have anything to hide.

And that's generally the point of a killing blow.

I'm not covering for you. I'm just not going to go tell anyone.

It's your choice to talk about it and who you talk about it with. That's all.

Unless it's not, like this conversation. Right?

I asked if we could have this conversation. You answered and didn't say no. I gave you as much choice as I could and tried to respect your choices.

And I couldn't ask you for permission without starting the conversation, given how it happened.

We can be done if you want. I just wanted to inform you where things stand.