[ better bitter honesty than a sweeter lie, even if it tastes like vinegar on the tongue. lady shar's favor might be lost, now, but — those principles, and all of the foundations of her training they've been built upon, have yet to erode.
perhaps it's simply habit to want to lay bare the ugliness of hidden truths, from all those dutiful years of listening to those skewed teachings. or perhaps it's misguided curiosity, something akin to looking into a cracked mirror. whatever the case, she doesn't find herself flinching from the harshness of how astarion chooses to wield his honesty. ]
Most find illusions easier to stomach. Sometimes ...
[ she trails off. it revolts her to admit — sometimes, she wonders if it would be simpler if she were still steeped in misplaced faith. perhaps she might've still held onto the illusion of knowing herself, instead of feeling so — helplessly adrift.
it's not a sentiment she's keen to share. it feels like leading astarion's dagger to her softer parts and showing him where to strike. and so, ]
Never you mind. I only mean to say we've all clung to our personal illusions, haven't we? Painfully believable as they were.
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perhaps it's simply habit to want to lay bare the ugliness of hidden truths, from all those dutiful years of listening to those skewed teachings. or perhaps it's misguided curiosity, something akin to looking into a cracked mirror. whatever the case, she doesn't find herself flinching from the harshness of how astarion chooses to wield his honesty. ]
Most find illusions easier to stomach. Sometimes ...
[ she trails off. it revolts her to admit — sometimes, she wonders if it would be simpler if she were still steeped in misplaced faith. perhaps she might've still held onto the illusion of knowing herself, instead of feeling so — helplessly adrift.
it's not a sentiment she's keen to share. it feels like leading astarion's dagger to her softer parts and showing him where to strike. and so, ]
Never you mind. I only mean to say we've all clung to our personal illusions, haven't we? Painfully believable as they were.