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

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[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.