TLV: IC Contact

[sixfeetofdirt]

Careful; I bite.

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[sixfeetofdirt]

I can't really tell yet. He's a priest.

[handleyourshit]

A priest of what?

[sixfeetofdirt]

'The Light'. Vague, isn't it? He's from some world I'm not familiar with.

[handleyourshit]

Oh god. Usually when they're that vague, there's a conquest of some kind not far behind.

How's he been with you?

[sixfeetofdirt]

He asks a lot of questions. Started reading my file, then decided he didn't have the constitution for the whole thing and asked me to explain myself to him instead.

[handleyourshit]

Have you read your file?

[sixfeetofdirt]

I have. John gave it to me. Have you read yours?

[handleyourshit]

I have.

It's... dry. Hits the main points, misses the context a bit. Godric has always wanted me to go through it with him.

How's yours?

[sixfeetofdirt]

Both dry and unnecessarily detailed. Much of my time with Cazador could have been covered much more quickly.

[handleyourshit]

Why's that?

[sixfeetofdirt]

Well. 'Astarion spent almost two centuries being whored out for Cazador's dietary needs and tortured whether he succeeded or failed' is a single sentence, darling.

[This...may be more a 'how' than a 'why'.]

[handleyourshit]

[It's a bit of a why, as well.]

How much would that leave in the file if it were a single sentence?

[sixfeetofdirt]

Depressingly little. As it is, there's nothing to fill the gaps in my memory before being turned.

[handleyourshit]

That's probably why it malingers, then.

Godric has a point, though. About going through it with me. I think he means it to give me some form of control over it, but there's also - he can't know what it was like, reading it. How I reacted to which parts. And I get a say over what we skip.

[sixfeetofdirt]

[...]

I simply insisted John read it, when we were first paired. I didn't want to go over my entire life, alone or with him. I was there for it the first time around.

[handleyourshit]

That's been the one advantage to being paired with someone I was almost friends with before.

I wouldn't want to do it with a stranger. It's unfair to ask it of you.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Is it? I...didn't really think of it that way.

[handleyourshit]

No. I doubt you've had much reason to consider fairness for... oh, about two hundred years, would you say?

[It's a gentle question, and she moves on immediately:]

Has he accepted you telling him no?

[sixfeetofdirt]

I haven't tried it yet. He hasn't asked for anything so very unreasonable.

[handleyourshit]

So you answered every question he had?

[sixfeetofdirt]

He didn't ask anything or say anything I haven't answered or heard before. We talked about the Rite, mostly.

[handleyourshit]

Would you feel better, worse, or ambivalent if I talked with him?

[sixfeetofdirt]

....About what?

[handleyourshit]

What, you've never heard of a shoveltalk?

[sixfeetofdirt]

I...

...no?