Fine. [ He says with a deep, aching sigh. He is fine, somehow. Not happy, but fine. He stares at the blank ceiling, wondering, not for the first time, why he's subjected to these horrors.
After a long, long time he pushes himself up. He feels an uncomfortable feeling: gratitude. He doesn't look at Light, doesn't acknowledge it, but the knowledge is sinking in that Light saved him. ]
...thank you. [ That's it, that's all he gets, and Astarion is on his feet, moving toward the exit ]
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After a long, long time he pushes himself up. He feels an uncomfortable feeling: gratitude. He doesn't look at Light, doesn't acknowledge it, but the knowledge is sinking in that Light saved him. ]
...thank you. [ That's it, that's all he gets, and Astarion is on his feet, moving toward the exit ]