"What would bother you more: if you were dead and in limbo, or alive and forced to deal with what happened to you?"
Something lurches in Kit's gut. Devin can't know how solidly he's hit the nail on the head, though not for the reasons he might suspect.
A snort, and raised eyebrows. Kit considers the end of his cigarette. "Don't sugarcoat it for me or anything, tell me what's really on your mind," he replies a little dryly, then grows silent. His bibiru, having had its fill of socialization with the inan, hops back over to his boots to groom itself, preening beneath its wings. Kit looks down at it, then tucks his cigarette into the corner of his mouth and crouches to give the bibiru's small, fluffy body a stroke from head to tail.
"I think," he decides as he scoops the bibiru up and straightens, "that I'm going to go find a bar, and figure out what alcohol here least reminds me of Orzammar." It definitely isn't an answer to Devin's question, but he looks back at the vampire nonetheless. "You in? I'll buy you a beer." Or whatever passes for beer here.
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Something lurches in Kit's gut. Devin can't know how solidly he's hit the nail on the head, though not for the reasons he might suspect.
A snort, and raised eyebrows. Kit considers the end of his cigarette. "Don't sugarcoat it for me or anything, tell me what's really on your mind," he replies a little dryly, then grows silent. His bibiru, having had its fill of socialization with the inan, hops back over to his boots to groom itself, preening beneath its wings. Kit looks down at it, then tucks his cigarette into the corner of his mouth and crouches to give the bibiru's small, fluffy body a stroke from head to tail.
"I think," he decides as he scoops the bibiru up and straightens, "that I'm going to go find a bar, and figure out what alcohol here least reminds me of Orzammar." It definitely isn't an answer to Devin's question, but he looks back at the vampire nonetheless. "You in? I'll buy you a beer." Or whatever passes for beer here.