[ He closes his eyes and there are a million thoughts running through his head. He'd once made a spectacle out of his own death, used people to direct that ending for him, but seeing Geto's reaction had reminded him of something else, along with a guilt that Aventurine still carries with him to this day. ]
It's hard to say without having been there when the decision was made.
They know people need to die. They know there's something beyond the veil of death, at least here. In a non-flashy way so the cult won't catch on, but just comforting enough to say your hopefully-temporary goodbyes to a friend. Done by loved ones over the cruelty of having to do it to yourself.
I think they just did the best of what they had available. We can wish for better all we want, but there are limits.
[ The logic pans out, it's just that his emotions stubbornly refuse to catch on. Aventurine stays there for a while, quiet and musing, arms outstretched on either side of him as he stares up at the night sky.
Geto's resilient. This, too, is simply going to have to become a part of him now. ]
Hm. Well, I hope that this experience has given you a better understanding of each other.
[ Since what all he knows is that Boothill has good reason to hate the people Aventurine works for, but since Aventurine doesn't necessarily seem to like the IPC either... maybe you guys will be ok? ]
...I don't know, yet. First things first is that I'd need to ensure I can leave Prehevil at all.
Karlach insists I return to Faerun with her, but it's not that easy to just... abandon everything. I still have unfinished business. Sure, it might be smarter to just let it go, but it'll stay in my head.
[ With this topic, Aventurine pushes himself back up to a sit, leaning back on his hands as he studies Daan for a moment. ]
... You've got time to sort your thoughts. Much about our circumstance changes in just a short while here, so what you think today could be different from what you think tomorrow.
[ A small pause before he continues. ]
While it's better to live without regrets, there are some regrets you simply can't help.
Maybe, maybe not. It isn't as if it's been off my mind for the past two months.
[ Black scrawl creeps up over his clothes, over his skin. He can only look down tired at them, unable to control it or hide it. Just like most things in his life, whispers the ever-present voice -- you wear your filth as openly as you do your sleeves, it purrs. NO ANSWERS, it reads, NO ESCAPE. ]
If it were as easy as wishing them away, I wouldn't have gotten into half the trouble that I have, I think. Maybe even a quarter.
[ His ringed eyes follow the scrawl, not bothering to avert his gaze when they're already on such a weighted topic. What do they have to shy from now after months of intrusions and forced interactions in their most vulnerable states? ]
You know your situation best, Mr. Daan.
[ A wry smile. ]
You're a clever man, sensible and practical, with far too many thoughts inside your head. I have no doubt you'll find your answers.
[ Once again, he follows after the words. The feeling of concern grows on his end, but he keeps it from becoming too overwhelming. ]
If you decide it won't be true, I've still got my invitation waiting for you. I don't mean to inflict you with more indecision, but I think I speak for many of us when I say that we'd like to continue seeing you.
[ Hmm, he's still feeling disconcerted over the previous topic, but he moves along. ]
To our cosmos. Or, well, Boothill's in this case. I'm apparently alive in his timeline.
[ Which, neat. But also, great... more work to be done. ]
You could traverse the stars or settle on one of the many habitable planets. We've got quite a few to choose from, and I have the means to make sure you'd be comfortable.
[ Sirs? Hello? Don't like that. 'Daan you're doomed to death too' that happens regardless of where I pick my canonpoint. ]
...
I'm afraid it's not that simple if only because I have... unfinished business, and it would be incredibly difficult to try to settle roots in some-place so far away and new.
[ Unfortunately he's lawful and thinks about things like, idk, citizenship, actually trying to make a normal living... ]
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[ Even if it's fucking death. ]
They know what number they have to reach. They're not there yet.
[ Glancing aside at him, knowing Aventurine can draw a conclusion. ]
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... I wonder why they're going about it this way...
[ Killing each other. Geto had clearly been distressed about it and witnessing that had left him with more questions. ]
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[ He closes his eyes and there are a million thoughts running through his head. He'd once made a spectacle out of his own death, used people to direct that ending for him, but seeing Geto's reaction had reminded him of something else, along with a guilt that Aventurine still carries with him to this day. ]
It's hard to say without having been there when the decision was made.
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They know people need to die. They know there's something beyond the veil of death, at least here. In a non-flashy way so the cult won't catch on, but just comforting enough to say your hopefully-temporary goodbyes to a friend. Done by loved ones over the cruelty of having to do it to yourself.
I think they just did the best of what they had available. We can wish for better all we want, but there are limits.
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[ The logic pans out, it's just that his emotions stubbornly refuse to catch on. Aventurine stays there for a while, quiet and musing, arms outstretched on either side of him as he stares up at the night sky.
Geto's resilient. This, too, is simply going to have to become a part of him now. ]
It's almost over.
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What will you do after this? I'm sure a busy fellow like you has got plans to return to.
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[ Very much news to him, but he doesn't see any reason for Boothill to lie. More importantly, however, ]
And yourself? I couldn't help but overhear a thing or two during our group-wide discussion.
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[ Since what all he knows is that Boothill has good reason to hate the people Aventurine works for, but since Aventurine doesn't necessarily seem to like the IPC either... maybe you guys will be ok? ]
...I don't know, yet. First things first is that I'd need to ensure I can leave Prehevil at all.
Karlach insists I return to Faerun with her, but it's not that easy to just... abandon everything. I still have unfinished business. Sure, it might be smarter to just let it go, but it'll stay in my head.
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... You've got time to sort your thoughts. Much about our circumstance changes in just a short while here, so what you think today could be different from what you think tomorrow.
[ A small pause before he continues. ]
While it's better to live without regrets, there are some regrets you simply can't help.
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[ Black scrawl creeps up over his clothes, over his skin. He can only look down tired at them, unable to control it or hide it. Just like most things in his life, whispers the ever-present voice -- you wear your filth as openly as you do your sleeves, it purrs. NO ANSWERS, it reads, NO ESCAPE. ]
If it were as easy as wishing them away, I wouldn't have gotten into half the trouble that I have, I think. Maybe even a quarter.
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You know your situation best, Mr. Daan.
[ A wry smile. ]
You're a clever man, sensible and practical, with far too many thoughts inside your head. I have no doubt you'll find your answers.
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He wishes that were the case. The text shifts and transforms into something else -- THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY OUT. ]
...I tried my best. I don't know if that is, or will be true.
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If you decide it won't be true, I've still got my invitation waiting for you. I don't mean to inflict you with more indecision, but I think I speak for many of us when I say that we'd like to continue seeing you.
[ Just throwing that out there for our guy. ]
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[ He really desperately wants those answers but life! Hates him so bad. ]
What exactly is your invitation?
[ He's not really sure where Aventurine lives, what he does, what all that actually entails. ]
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To our cosmos. Or, well, Boothill's in this case. I'm apparently alive in his timeline.
[ Which, neat. But also, great... more work to be done. ]
You could traverse the stars or settle on one of the many habitable planets. We've got quite a few to choose from, and I have the means to make sure you'd be comfortable.
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[ Sirs? Hello? Don't like that. 'Daan you're doomed to death too' that happens regardless of where I pick my canonpoint. ]
...
I'm afraid it's not that simple if only because I have... unfinished business, and it would be incredibly difficult to try to settle roots in some-place so far away and new.
[ Unfortunately he's lawful and thinks about things like, idk, citizenship, actually trying to make a normal living... ]