Ephraal

"Do we have to fetch them all? The githyanki looks sound and competent, I guess the rogue could be of use, but the others? They'll slow us down, not help us go faster. They don't seem to have the guts to do what it takes."

The tiefling shot Verso an offended look.

"That fight doesn't count! I was trying to fight like I usually do, I had no idea the tadpole had weaken me so much I couldn't cast my usual spells, or smite him thrice before he could utter so much as an ouch! And even then, I was in no danger. I would've get him eventually. But it would've take more time, which I couldn't spare."

He protested, his tail starting to rattle before he curled it tighter to keep it quiet and not attract unwanted attention.

"You'll find out I'm plenty useful, when I'm not held back."

He added, with the certainty of a warlock who know he would've been dead a long time ago otherwise. He got up.

To leave behind a literal hero of the Swords Coast behind when it seemed very obvious Wyll was adept in fighting off creatures like this, seemed ludicrous. But Verso just pinned it to not wanting competition from another Warlock.

"Lae'zel I can agree on. Perhaps the wizard for more ground cover instead. Would be better to take out groups of them than just reluctantly picking off one at a time - if that - like the pompous elf would manage." If that... Verso had seen the pale one miss far too many times to deem him worthy of the battlefield. Not that Ephraal knew how long Verso had been spying on them all.

Gods, maybe he'll purposely deter them so he could pick up Monoco along the way to Baldurs Gate... At least then there was someone Verso could definitely trust to have his back without incessant whining.

"Uh huh..." Verso frowned, but he couldn't really object too much. He was tadpole-free, he had no such restriction to his abilities. He just couldn't use them without exposing his true nature.

"Well, I just hope you survive long enough to show off what you're actually capable of then." Verso shrugged before heading back through the long grass. "There was a portal in the village, I'll fetch Lae'zel and Gale through that. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone."

Or do. One less thing for Verso to juggle. But he didn't dare mutter that as he headed back around to the village entrance. He may not be able to use all of his skills, but no-one said he couldn't lay the charm on thick to get through safely as he had done for the tieflings and druids.

"Fine. If he is just a fraction as powerful as the wizard I know, he should be a valuable asset."

He replied, sighing.

"Don't worry, I'll be waiting here and I won't do anything till you're back with the others."

He grumbled, frustrated as he was taking in how much the tadpole was forcing him to adapt. After Verso left, he sat down, taking advantage of this brief moment of solitude to sort things out. Ever since he woke up with the tadpole, he had the feeling he was just bumbling around helplessly. As rash as he usually was, he needed to be more purposeful and calculated if he wanted to succeed, to rid himself of the tadpole before the worst came to be. Because he couldn't allow it to happen.

Quickly, he heard approaching footsteps and, as his eyes darted in their coming direction, saw Verso coming back with the others. He got up and thought about it for a moment before shaking his head.

"History lessons? I lived history. It's not my fault your Lumière is obscure."

He didn't bother to defend himself. No, he wasn't selfless, quite the opposite, he only served his interest - and Raphael's - but he was quite certain nobody was. Selflessness was just a lie. Just like when he was manipulating people. Instead, he just replied;

"You'll find out I'm quite unique, even amongst warlocks."

After all, he has yet to meet a warlock who didn't consider his duties to his patron the price of their pact, but rather, the very thing they wanted through it.

"I joined a team to go faster, not slower!"

He protested in a grumble when Verso confirmed his intention to plan the attack. He observed the animation from all the goblins from a distance. There were many, and he might be immortal, but that didn't make him invulnerable. He had no chance on his own. He let out a growl.

"Fine, we'll do it your way. Again. Not that you give me any choice."

The tiefling was quite certain that, were he to charge into the camp, Verso would simply abandon him. After all, he would do the same if he thought his companion was too stupid to be useful. He scouted around, being as discret as possible, his tail curled close to him to prevent the rattle from hitting something and alerting goblins of some happened to be close enough.

"The main entrance is guarded, but we could easily kill them. Or, if violence doesn't suit your taste, trick them. Goblins aren't very smart."

He nodded in another direction.

"If it's still too risky for your frail heart, there's seem to be a second entrance over there. The pathway is a bit more athletic that simply walking up the gate, and I can't tell if it'll be guarded or not."

Ephraal then pointed the walls.

"Alternatively, I'm pretty sure we can find a way to sneak directly from up there. We would have they most definitely won't be expecting it. And if there's guards perched there, we can dispatch them quickly before they notice us. But it would probably be even more athletic than the side entrance."

Verso was absolutely prepared to climb up the nearby tree for a better view, get comfortable and nibble on his rations while Ephraal got his ass handed to him by dozens of Goblins. He was not about to blow his cover saving the tiefling from his own stupidity.

The Expedition analysed the situation himself - hearing Ephraal and quietly agreeing. "You keep insisting you're so much older, so if anyone is frail here it's you. Wasn't it you I had to pull off the ground after one goblin attacked you? Are you sure you can handle the entrance guards?" Verso raised his brow mockingly. The nerve of being insulted when this whelp could barely handle a small group of them...

"Do we have to fetch them all? The githyanki looks sound and competent, I guess the rogue could be of use, but the others? They'll slow us down, not help us go faster. They don't seem to have the guts to do what it takes."

The tiefling shot Verso an offended look.

"That fight doesn't count! I was trying to fight like I usually do, I had no idea the tadpole had weaken me so much I couldn't cast my usual spells, or smite him thrice before he could utter so much as an ouch! And even then, I was in no danger. I would've get him eventually. But it would've take more time, which I couldn't spare."

He protested, his tail starting to rattle before he curled it tighter to keep it quiet and not attract unwanted attention.

"You'll find out I'm plenty useful, when I'm not held back."

He added, with the certainty of a warlock who know he would've been dead a long time ago otherwise. He got up.

He almost added that, were Raphael to ask him to kill or maim himself, he would do so without a shred of hesitation. But he considered that admitting being so blindly devlted to a cambion wasn't such a good idea. Most people considered loyalty to be a fault, or a folly even, when granted to someone they disapproved of.

"Yes, for exactly the reasons you cited, I doubt mortals would be able to help. Crazy things are happening around us, and I doubt they understand nearly enough of it to do anything about it. Understanding new stuff takes time, understanding it enough to act upon it, even more so."

He would know. The world changed SO MUCH in his life, it was hard to keep up with it not to look like an alien. At least, not more than he already does through his natural demeanor.

When Verso showed him the golden ribbon, Ephraal stared at it with no reaction. What was it supposed to mean? Was it a secret code? Maybe he was collecting those weird ribbon and was hoping Nettie would give him one? Apparently, the tiefling confusion displeased his companion, but his complaint only amused him.

"Old ways? I'm still convinced I'm way older than you. Don't old ways me."

He retorded with humor, marching through as dilapited village, before adding.

"That expeditioner thing is all well and good, but that still doesn't know what you're getting out of it."

Nobody was doing things just to be nice, or to help others. Those were acts people were putting on, this Expeditioners excuse was nothing but that; an excuse. A pretense. An act to look more sympathetic when helping people and cashing in the rewards. Ephraal shrugged.

"I assume you don't want to tell it either. Fine by me."

He turned his gaze to the horizon and changed the subject, estimating that was what Verso would prefer.

So, whenever he came across the likes of religious zealots, Chosen ones for Gods or puppets for the Devils, he couldn't help but look down his nose at them. How ridiculously narrow minded and blind they always were. Only those who lived for themselves, and for themselves alone, were worthy of his admiration now.

Verso pinched the bridge of his nose. "Being older than me doesn't make you smarter, it seems. Clearly your history lessons are lacking, and apparently your geography as well. Go back to school, study 'Lumière', and get back to me."

He spoke of the City of the Sky. A huge chunk of land that was fractured off the mainland and placed out to sea and above the waves to keep it safe from the corruption of the Swords Coast. A barrier was erected to keep tiny 'country' safe. Aside from the Expeditioners. Who's sole goal was to spread good deeds and try and help those in the tainted lands as best as they could before travelling back home. But Verso had lost everything... Lumière held no comfort for him now.

"I wouldn't expect a Warlock to understand the selflessness of wanting to help another. You just concentrate on keeping your patron fat with your ass-kissing and we'll leave it at that." Verso sneered as he crouched low in the long grass and made his way around the decrepit village and to the Goblin camp.

"History lessons? I lived history. It's not my fault your Lumière is obscure."

He didn't bother to defend himself. No, he wasn't selfless, quite the opposite, he only served his interest - and Raphael's - but he was quite certain nobody was. Selflessness was just a lie. Just like when he was manipulating people. Instead, he just replied;

"You'll find out I'm quite unique, even amongst warlocks."

After all, he has yet to meet a warlock who didn't consider his duties to his patron the price of their pact, but rather, the very thing they wanted through it.

"I joined a team to go faster, not slower!"

He protested in a grumble when Verso confirmed his intention to plan the attack. He observed the animation from all the goblins from a distance. There were many, and he might be immortal, but that didn't make him invulnerable. He had no chance on his own. He let out a growl.

"Fine, we'll do it your way. Again. Not that you give me any choice."

The tiefling was quite certain that, were he to charge into the camp, Verso would simply abandon him. After all, he would do the same if he thought his companion was too stupid to be useful. He scouted around, being as discret as possible, his tail curled close to him to prevent the rattle from hitting something and alerting goblins of some happened to be close enough.

"The main entrance is guarded, but we could easily kill them. Or, if violence doesn't suit your taste, trick them. Goblins aren't very smart."

He nodded in another direction.

"If it's still too risky for your frail heart, there's seem to be a second entrance over there. The pathway is a bit more athletic that simply walking up the gate, and I can't tell if it'll be guarded or not."

Ephraal then pointed the walls.

"Alternatively, I'm pretty sure we can find a way to sneak directly from up there. We would have they most definitely won't be expecting it. And if there's guards perched there, we can dispatch them quickly before they notice us. But it would probably be even more athletic than the side entrance."

- Ephraal (Because he's the less trustworthy out of the two)

"I'M NOT SURE I CAN TRUST YOU" PROMPTS

The hypocrisy wasn't lost on him, to be debating how much someone can be trusted. But Verso wasn't about to out himself as a lie incarnate. It helped that others in the party were just as unpleased with the revelation that Ephraal's patron was Raphael - son of Mephistopholes himself.

"Haven't we got enough problems without your patron nipping at our heels like a deranged pup?" Verso scowled, brows furrowed. "You kept your patron a secret and you're asking me to trust you now? You expose us to Raphael, he can just use you to pinpoint exactly where we are and what we're doing - why would I trust that?" He knew Karlach and Wyll certainly would approve of keeping firm that Raphael was not to be trusted. Shadowheart, Gale and Lae'zel may follow suit in time. Astarion was a wildcard but... well, Verso wasn't beyond asserting over others. He doubted the meek vampire would try to challenge them all over this.

"Hey, at least my patron doesn't want one of us dead or enslaved!" He snarled, staring pointedly at Wyll, "and yet I don't remember you making that much of a fuss about it! The team is made up of a vampire, a Sharran, a Githyanko, another warlock, a ticking bomb and..." he pause, considering Karlach and Verso, "You two, who are hiding your agenda better than the others. So, frankly, making a fuss over the identity of my patron is quite ironic when he never proved a threat to you!"

He lifted his chin proudly;

"In fact, since you're traveling with me, it's his interest you DON'T get killed. You should be thankful to have his best warlock in your midst!"

His added with arrogance.

"I have been honest with you from the start. I'm a warlock, my patron is a devil. Were you expecting him to come with flowers and to help mortals out of the goodness of his heart? His identity was never relevant, no, not even when came to us. What would telling you he was my patron back then would've change? We would've had the same conversation, but earlier."

The tiefling sneered before fixing his gaze on Verso, cold and unflinching;

"I did NOT became a warlock for an easy ride! Quite the opposite! I became one for my patron, and I never spared any effort for him ever since!"

He stopped abruptly, breathing in to calm himself. He was fine with being told he wanted an easy ride when he was doing something for himself; it was true. But not when it came to his pact.

He thought back on the day he met Raphael, as was reseigned to die, and didn't care one way or the other about it, pondering about what it meant about his life. He remembered the awe he felt when the cambion appeared before him, how he instantly knew he wanted to give his entire being to him. The memory helped him calm down.

"Theoritacally, I could ask him. But I'm not sure how to reach him out: the tadpole is messing things up. I can't just will to get to him like I used to. There is also no guarantee he would accept. Maybe he decided to give up on me because I fai... Because I got tadpoled. So if we stumble upon a way to free myself from the tadpole, I won't turn my back on it. But my patron still is the most reliable option in my mind. I doubt any mortal can do anything about tadpoles that doesn't involve killing the host, which isn't going to happen anytime soon."

The warlock replied, irritated at this whole tadpole situation. The idea he could exist -or rather that something could exist through him- without furthering Raphael goals was the most insulting part of it all.

"And yes. This "spoiled brat act" as you call it usually works. Notably because nobody is stopping me everytime I start talking. And it only got me arrested once."

And sentenced to death, yes, but he was still alive now, wasn't it all that mattered at the end of the day? Ephraal paused for a moment before casting an apologetic look to Verso, letting his tail droop.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm acting out a lot. This tadpole is stressing me a lot; I don't know how long I have before not being me anymore, this is terrifying. And I'm worried about my patron silence, what if he truly gave up on me?. I just want things to go back to normal quickly."

Obviously, he was insincere and not a single word was true. But he knew how to look like he was.

"I heard you want to find this Halsin? I don't believe for a second he'll be able to help, but it looks like we can't move forward without dealing with the goblins anyway, it can't hurt to try I guess."

The tiefling thought for a moment before asking.

"What are you hoping to get from this? Telling Nettie you'll search for Halsin... What do you think anyone in this Grove could possibly grant you of value? No one here seems to have their act together."

He casted a glance to the druids chanting to their idol to illustrate his words.

"They don't even have enough brain to get tadpoled."

He snorted under his breath, just for himself, before resuming walking.

The Eldritch Knight took his apology with a pinch of salt, but he was already wasting precious daylight on this wild goose chase, he didn't have time to spare for niceties.

"In my years of experience, you shouldn't rely on the voices in your head aside your own. Gods, Devils - we're playthings to them. To be thrown away as soon as we're useless. Look at the Wizard - Gale. Look what happened to him. And he was a Chosen. You think you stand a chance with a fickle Devil?" Verso scoffed. He knew a thing or two about being a plaything for the Gods. Though, for him, he wished for the day she would throw him away...

"We live in an age where dragons have been spotted ridden by aliens, creatures from another plane are infecting you lot with brain-eating parasites and Mindflayer ships are falling from the sky - and the most unbelievable aspect to you is that a mortal man may be able to help?" Verso raised a brow with an incredulous look on his face.

"What am I getting?" Verso muttered before tapping on the golden ribbon on his arm, a black patch in it's centre with a 0 stitched in gold thread. Initially, he thought that was answer enough, but the confused pause between them made him roll his eyes. "The old ways are truly dead," He muttered under his breath before he spoke up to explain. "I'm an Expeditioner. Where I'm from, Expeditioners leave the city to go and help across the Swords Coast. Tip the balance, as it were. For those who come after. So why wouldn't I help a Grove in crisis, or a bunch of fools with worms in their heads?"

And why wouldn't that be useful to him much later on...

He almost added that, were Raphael to ask him to kill or maim himself, he would do so without a shred of hesitation. But he considered that admitting being so blindly devlted to a cambion wasn't such a good idea. Most people considered loyalty to be a fault, or a folly even, when granted to someone they disapproved of.

"Yes, for exactly the reasons you cited, I doubt mortals would be able to help. Crazy things are happening around us, and I doubt they understand nearly enough of it to do anything about it. Understanding new stuff takes time, understanding it enough to act upon it, even more so."

He would know. The world changed SO MUCH in his life, it was hard to keep up with it not to look like an alien. At least, not more than he already does through his natural demeanor.

When Verso showed him the golden ribbon, Ephraal stared at it with no reaction. What was it supposed to mean? Was it a secret code? Maybe he was collecting those weird ribbon and was hoping Nettie would give him one? Apparently, the tiefling confusion displeased his companion, but his complaint only amused him.

"Old ways? I'm still convinced I'm way older than you. Don't old ways me."

He retorded with humor, marching through as dilapited village, before adding.

"That expeditioner thing is all well and good, but that still doesn't know what you're getting out of it."

Nobody was doing things just to be nice, or to help others. Those were acts people were putting on, this Expeditioners excuse was nothing but that; an excuse. A pretense. An act to look more sympathetic when helping people and cashing in the rewards. Ephraal shrugged.

"I assume you don't want to tell it either. Fine by me."

He turned his gaze to the horizon and changed the subject, estimating that was what Verso would prefer.

What if your Tav was a recruitable companion, instead of the main character? (contains major spoilers for the game, and for some dark urge runs as well)

General

Where can your Tav be recruited?  Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region?  Or are they not recruitable until a later act?

Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?

Does your Tav have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions?

What sort of general actions raise or lower their approval?

Are there any instances where your Tav can permanently leave the party, depending on player character actions?

Do they have any secrets that can be revealed?  What are the prerequisites for this secret coming to light?

Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game?  Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?

What do they say when the Player Character asks them to stay in camp?  How about when the Player Character asks them to come adventuring again?

Does your Tav have any escalating conflicts with one of the other companions, like Lae’zel and Shadowheart’s knife-fight?

Are there any unique NPCs associated with your Tav that can show up during the course of the game?

Are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for your character? (Like Gale’s anecdote about the barfight after you save the goblin prisoner) 

Story Specific

How does your Tav advise the player character when it comes to the Dream Visitor?

How do they advise the player character on Raphael?

How do they react to Astarion biting the Player Character?

How do they react to the Player Character letting Abdirak whip them?

How do they react to the Player Character taking their first tadpole power?

Will they stay with the Player Character regardless of siding with the goblins or the tieflings, or is it possible for them to leave the party permanently?

What can they be found doing at the tiefling/goblin party?

Do they have comments on who the Player Character chooses to spend the night with? 

Do they have unique dialogue if the Player Character lets them die when they steal the Blood of Lathander?

How do they react if the PC licks the dead spider in the Gauntlet of Shar?

What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?

Is it possible for your Tav to be kidnapped and replaced by Orin?  How is Orin's deception revealed?  How do they react to the PC rescuing them in the Temple of Bhaal?

How do they react to the PC either allowing Astarion to ascend or convincing him to spare the 7000 spawn?

How does Tav react to the PC becoming a mind flayer?  Can they offer to become one themselves?  Does their reaction change if they’re romanced? 

How do they react when the Dark Urge first reveals their amnesia and murderous thoughts to them?

How do they react to the Dark Urge killing Alfira?

If romanced, how do they react to the Dark Urge trying to kill them in Act 2?

Romance

Is your Tav a romanceable character?  Are there any specific requirements to romancing them?

Does your Tav need to be flirted with to start the romance, or will they approach the PC themselves if approval is high enough?

Are they a polyamorous or a monogamous option?

Do they have a special romance scene at the tiefling/goblin party?

Does the romance have different branching paths, or just one route to take?

How do they react to the player character breaking up with them, or choosing another character over them?

What questions can Zethino ask the PC about Tav in the Love Test? 

If they’re poly, do they have a reaction to the PC engaging in a relationship with Halsin?

How do they react if the PC has sex with Mizora? The Emperor?  Haarlep?

Will they join in with the PC and the Drow Twins, or no?

What are Tav’s plans for the future?  Do they propose to the PC, or is marriage not something they’re interested in?

"Subtle? Why would I be subtle? Subtlety is a waste of time! It's for cowards! You think I became a warlock by being subtle?"

He answered indignantly to his companion question before looking around to see the room they were in now.

"So this is Nettie this time, right? You won't jump at me again if I talk to her? Good. Hey! Nettie! I need some healing, and quick!"

He grumbled as the druid chastised him on his manners and let her heal him, keeping a watchful eye, as if expecting her to try to kill him at any moment. Then, he hesitated. Should he also ask about the tadpole? He doubted she could do anything about it, and he was planning on asking Raphael, there was no doubt in his mind his patron would be able to get rid of this annoyance and would do it. But maybe it was worth asking. He didn't know when he'll see the cambion next.

"Can you also do something about tadpoles?"

He listened as the druid told him the only remedy she knew was death and let out a sarcastic laugh.

But before he could even gather composure again, Ephraal was back at it. Verso stayed back, trying to breathe away his frustrations. Once - just once - he wanted to come across a party competent enough to get the job done! Perhaps he should have stayed at camp instead. An insufferable vampire and an obnoxious wizard seemed better company than this right now. Perhaps that strange tiefling was still on the riverbanks, if this tiefling didn't work out... He could just replace him.

When Nettie discussed that Halsin would have been a better fit, Verso tuned in. Maybe if he could find this Halsin, and he could cure this ragtag group, they'd owe him something...

"Seriously? All this whinging and whining and you could have just asked your patron that you're so proud of this whole time? Fils de pute!" Verso snarled before shaking his head and patting Nettie's shoulder, speaking so much softer to her. "Thanks Nettie. I'll pick up on Halsin's tracks. I'll see what I can do."

"I did NOT became a warlock for an easy ride! Quite the opposite! I became one for my patron, and I never spared any effort for him ever since!"

He stopped abruptly, breathing in to calm himself. He was fine with being told he wanted an easy ride when he was doing something for himself; it was true. But not when it came to his pact.

He thought back on the day he met Raphael, as was reseigned to die, and didn't care one way or the other about it, pondering about what it meant about his life. He remembered the awe he felt when the cambion appeared before him, how he instantly knew he wanted to give his entire being to him. The memory helped him calm down.

"Theoritacally, I could ask him. But I'm not sure how to reach him out: the tadpole is messing things up. I can't just will to get to him like I used to. There is also no guarantee he would accept. Maybe he decided to give up on me because I fai... Because I got tadpoled. So if we stumble upon a way to free myself from the tadpole, I won't turn my back on it. But my patron still is the most reliable option in my mind. I doubt any mortal can do anything about tadpoles that doesn't involve killing the host, which isn't going to happen anytime soon."

The warlock replied, irritated at this whole tadpole situation. The idea he could exist -or rather that something could exist through him- without furthering Raphael goals was the most insulting part of it all.

"And yes. This "spoiled brat act" as you call it usually works. Notably because nobody is stopping me everytime I start talking. And it only got me arrested once."

And sentenced to death, yes, but he was still alive now, wasn't it all that mattered at the end of the day? Ephraal paused for a moment before casting an apologetic look to Verso, letting his tail droop.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm acting out a lot. This tadpole is stressing me a lot; I don't know how long I have before not being me anymore, this is terrifying. And I'm worried about my patron silence, what if he truly gave up on me?. I just want things to go back to normal quickly."

Obviously, he was insincere and not a single word was true. But he knew how to look like he was.

"I heard you want to find this Halsin? I don't believe for a second he'll be able to help, but it looks like we can't move forward without dealing with the goblins anyway, it can't hurt to try I guess."

The tiefling thought for a moment before asking.

"What are you hoping to get from this? Telling Nettie you'll search for Halsin... What do you think anyone in this Grove could possibly grant you of value? No one here seems to have their act together."

He casted a glance to the druids chanting to their idol to illustrate his words.

"They don't even have enough brain to get tadpoled."

He snorted under his breath, just for himself, before resuming walking.

they've suffered enough.

i have seen the worst that humanity has to offer... and yet i'm still standing.

the world can keep knocking me down, but i'll get back up.

i don't give up.

i just want to live a peaceful life.

i don't want conflict.

there were nicer ways to ask that, you know.

i don't want to hurt anybody.

i still don't hate you.

i want peace at all costs.

if you would only try and see the world from my point of view.

i don't want to fight with you.

things always get better.

this isn't the end.

you have to stand tall.

the world is cruel, but i won't be.

i believe in you. i always have.

my morals are firm.

there's no harm in a little kindness.

just be gentle with them.

i mean well.

there's too much pain in this world. i don't intend to add to it.

i don't want to fight anyone.

don't you believe in yourself?

i'm not leaving them.

there is enough hate in this world.

i try to lead with love.

it's the right thing to do.

this doesn't have to end in violence.

why don't we talk this through?

maybe he's having a bad day.

i'm going to try again.

there has to be another way to do this.

this isn't the time to quit.

i've seen too many things go wrong. this has to go right.

i'm not giving up just yet.

kindness is not weakness.

you can do better than that.

i try to see the good in everyone.

you can't just give up!

you're a special person.

i deserve better than this.

you deserve happiness.

it costs nothing to be kind.

there's no need to be so mean.

if only you could see yourself the way i see you.

it's still a beautiful day.

there's always tomorrow.

are you asking me to quit?

tomorrow will be better.

you didn't mean that, did you?

maybe we should talk this out.

i will always choose to be kind.

despite everything, i just want to be good.

i do my best to see the good in everyone, no matter what.

you didn't have to do that.

that wasn't very nice.

do you have to be so rude?

a nice word goes a long way.

try smiling at them. see what happens.

you could try being nicer.

i deserve a happy ending.

don't beat yourself up.

don't talk about yourself like that.

i see the goodness in you.