Rolan: In one moment you were returning the sister and brother I long thought dead to me. The next, you presided over the salvation of the very cleric who watched over us all. Time and again, I have watched you prevail over horrors unspeakable. Time and again, I have watched you be the hero we need exactly when needed. Even when I have far from deserved it. I...you...
Tavaria: That's the thing about love, Rolan. It's a decision - to trust the part of us that's the most vulnerable in the arms of another.
Rolan: My family. The only people left alive who know me, understand me, choose me.
Tavaria: My very soul, and everything left in me that's still good.
Rolan: You...I...I know not what the future holds, with my apprenticeship and with your battle against the Absolute and against your own mind...that said...I love you, Tavaria.
Tavaria: Rolan. Look...there are mornings I wake up and I'm not even positive I remember what love is...then I look into your eyes, and I remember. I love you too.
(I still love you Tavaria. You remain my favorite OC. I'm sorry I burned out on BG3 so hard.)























