"Changing it is precisely what I was attempting to do, until very recently... but you are not wrong. It could not be changed, in the end."
He'd worked for it until his death. Until the strings he pulled to put an end to it one way or the other: to either remove the largest remaining obstacle, or to be removed from the stage himself. There was no other ending, save for this one.
He's quiet, a few moments, debating his words, restraining himself at first from saying the ones that come to mind; finally, though, he sighs. Reaches up to rake his fingers through his hair, before he turns to fix his eyes on Astarion.
"...I will be blunter than you may like to hear, Astarion," he begins, "but you will not fully understand. You have lost, before, but you do not have a past which you remember losing. It does not live with you in the same ways-- you cannot return, either, yet there is naught there to be missed."
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He'd worked for it until his death. Until the strings he pulled to put an end to it one way or the other: to either remove the largest remaining obstacle, or to be removed from the stage himself. There was no other ending, save for this one.
He's quiet, a few moments, debating his words, restraining himself at first from saying the ones that come to mind; finally, though, he sighs. Reaches up to rake his fingers through his hair, before he turns to fix his eyes on Astarion.
"...I will be blunter than you may like to hear, Astarion," he begins, "but you will not fully understand. You have lost, before, but you do not have a past which you remember losing. It does not live with you in the same ways-- you cannot return, either, yet there is naught there to be missed."