...yeah. I see what you mean. If you only remember the worst things about your life, it's hard to focus on anything else, and if you don't even know how you got away, you can't replicate it.
[ The but is silent for a moment but it hovers there over his glass of wine, held in the air between him and Astarion. How would he do, talking about something like that? Probably not good, but then, he doesn't remember much at all. What does he remember?
His name. He's Laios Touden. He knows about dungeons— their tricks and their types, some of the things that live in them. He knows about elves like Astarion and Tallmen like himself, and he thinks he knows how to defend himself.
He knows there's someone else. Someone missing, important enough to make his heart and his temples ache at once when he thinks about it.
That's hardly anything at all. ]
Your life has to be more than that, even if you can't remember it. That shot you made back in the dungeon—obviously, you know how to shoot. That's something you must have learned somewhere.
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[ The but is silent for a moment but it hovers there over his glass of wine, held in the air between him and Astarion. How would he do, talking about something like that? Probably not good, but then, he doesn't remember much at all. What does he remember?
His name. He's Laios Touden. He knows about dungeons— their tricks and their types, some of the things that live in them. He knows about elves like Astarion and Tallmen like himself, and he thinks he knows how to defend himself.
He knows there's someone else. Someone missing, important enough to make his heart and his temples ache at once when he thinks about it.
That's hardly anything at all. ]
Your life has to be more than that, even if you can't remember it. That shot you made back in the dungeon—obviously, you know how to shoot. That's something you must have learned somewhere.