[ bonked... rondo goes along with it, letting himself be moved like a rag doll, letting himself meld into the feeling of warm and familiar.
there's something about that's a little - it's a little funny. mostly because he thinks about his last conversation with sazantos, and he thinks about the last ten years of his life. about how he could probably predict what sazantos would say, for the longest time, and how lately, it's all been thrown in the air.
he listens to that metallic thudding heartbeat, and tries to center himself into that, too. ]
... I don't like this. [ rondo says, eventually - plaintive, tiny, tired, definitely a little childish, but he nods. it's not real. he's not real. he's not actually here. (wouldn't it be better if he was? wouldn't he raze this entire cult to the ground - is there not a better example of a place soaked in despair and desire? How long are you going to wish for me to save you? How long must you rely on me to be strong? You are weak. ]
[maybe he can predict it, but he doesn't know for sure. you never know how people will surprise you, karlach thinks. you can know a person so, so well, and they'll flip the script.]
I don't blame you. Didn't like it either. [she says, rubbing his back.] It'll wear off. But you can't hold onto any of it. It's meant to hurt. That's not good for you.
[she's got a decent wisdom score!!! intelligence is shit but she's good at this]
Good. Don't torture yourself. [presses a big mwah sort of kiss to the side of his head.] You're a good man, Rondo, I can see it. Don't talk yourself out of it because of some stupid tea, yeah?
[ there's a tiny little laugh, and... at the mwah, he ends up burrowing a little closer, settling into the warmth, the familiarity. the affection and sweetness, the warmth and the light of all the good things in the world. he takes a deep breath. ]
I should.. I should've known - that should've been my first clue. He's smiling.
[ it's a little lighter, this time, like he's making fun of himself. of how ridiculous that is. duh. duh. ]
it does seem like this has helped a little, because when she laughs, he does too, and he reaches up to rub at his eyes, trying to will the last of the odd hallucinations away. ]
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there's something about that's a little - it's a little funny. mostly because he thinks about his last conversation with sazantos, and he thinks about the last ten years of his life. about how he could probably predict what sazantos would say, for the longest time, and how lately, it's all been thrown in the air.
he listens to that metallic thudding heartbeat, and tries to center himself into that, too. ]
... I don't like this. [ rondo says, eventually - plaintive, tiny, tired, definitely a little childish, but he nods. it's not real. he's not real. he's not actually here. (wouldn't it be better if he was? wouldn't he raze this entire cult to the ground - is there not a better example of a place soaked in despair and desire? How long are you going to wish for me to save you? How long must you rely on me to be strong? You are weak. ]
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I don't blame you. Didn't like it either. [she says, rubbing his back.] It'll wear off. But you can't hold onto any of it. It's meant to hurt. That's not good for you.
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...I know. [ and then softer, repeating to himself. ] I know.
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Good. Don't torture yourself. [presses a big mwah sort of kiss to the side of his head.] You're a good man, Rondo, I can see it. Don't talk yourself out of it because of some stupid tea, yeah?
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I should.. I should've known - that should've been my first clue. He's smiling.
[ it's a little lighter, this time, like he's making fun of himself. of how ridiculous that is. duh. duh. ]
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[she murmurs, letting him ease into her. her tail settles around him.]
They're really fucking effective.
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...yeah. [ yeah, definitely a grouch.
as karlach says that though, he frowns a little, and asks, after a long, quiet, moment: ] ...did you see them, too?
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[casually. like it isn't a big deal.]
Don't worry about it, I'm alright.
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... Still - remember, we're supposed to be not alright together. If you want to talk about it...
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I remember. [tugs his hair.] But I don't want to worry about me right now, so don't stress.
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I like to worry about you. [ 8( but he does laugh a little bit at the hair tug, a tiny bit cheered. ]
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You like to worry about everybody. [fond.] But thanks. Really.
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[ prods her tail... prods
it does seem like this has helped a little, because when she laughs, he does too, and he reaches up to rub at his eyes, trying to will the last of the odd hallucinations away. ]
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I do! It's what I'm good at. You're all a super worrying lot. [shakes him gently.]