You guys are going to make me lose my rapidly dwindling sanity. This is too much for a God to handle.

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You guys are going to make me lose my rapidly dwindling sanity. This is too much for a God to handle.

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“You have earned my respect.”
Loss of faith was a truly bitter pill to swallow. It was funny, really, he had never considered himself like those around him that hungered to show devotion to an indifferent God until they had use of them.
Well fate had played quite the game! Made him look the part of a downright fool. That was exactly what he was. Perhaps he had been foolish enough to believe that because he shared what he thought was 'love' with his patron then his was an utterly different thing all together.
Oh the poetic irony of it. It'd make quite the ballad he had to admit, were he not so close to it.
And Astarion, oh Astarion. So passive and held back. Yet here he were showing, from what he could tell, earnest endorsement. He wasn't sure if he could take comfort in that or not. Yet...
"Thank you." The Wizard answered quietly. He wasn't sure how much comfort he should take from it but it was all he had. "I'm still unsure if I have earned it in the right way but..." He stopped thinking hard of the emptiness he now felt, the bitterness, the anger.
Has his Love truly condemned him to such? Has she truly condemned him to death. Could he so easily swear such a thing off? A command from not only his love but his God, a true task given to him and only him as champion of the Weave.
"Thank you nonetheless."
He was still making peace with it. With what was to come. Oh how clever his love was. His sacrifice not only benefitted her but also his newly found companions. A benefit to them at the cost of himself, at the cost of his mistakes. Right... in the end it was his mistake wasn't it?
"Excuse me, I have much to think about."