[Again, there's that sense of dissonance. It's not disbelief, for what reason would Astarion have to lie? And yet it's so wild as to be almost unbelievable. Children of gods and strange creatures that came from space to merge with one's world . . . he has a thousand question and doesn't know where to start. They leap about in his mind, and the only thing that sticks is a faint, wry thought that of course some opportunistic person jumped at the chance to mate with something new. People are people regardless of realm.
But it's late. And though he desperately wants to know more, he isn't totally irresponsible. So he glances away for a moment, gathering himself, and then continues:]
You will have to tell me about them someday. The children of gods and those races that traversed the stars . . . I can scarcely imagine such a thing.
[. . . but then curiosity gets the better of him, at least a little, and he adds:]
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[Again, there's that sense of dissonance. It's not disbelief, for what reason would Astarion have to lie? And yet it's so wild as to be almost unbelievable. Children of gods and strange creatures that came from space to merge with one's world . . . he has a thousand question and doesn't know where to start. They leap about in his mind, and the only thing that sticks is a faint, wry thought that of course some opportunistic person jumped at the chance to mate with something new. People are people regardless of realm.
But it's late. And though he desperately wants to know more, he isn't totally irresponsible. So he glances away for a moment, gathering himself, and then continues:]
You will have to tell me about them someday. The children of gods and those races that traversed the stars . . . I can scarcely imagine such a thing.
[. . . but then curiosity gets the better of him, at least a little, and he adds:]
How did you know they were children of gods?