[He lets him in—of course he does—happy share in the memories and experiences. Though what he sees this time weighs rather heavily on the cosmic side of things, the light of dying stars and the explosive nova-bursts of galaxies being born. Insatiable knowledge that extends far past his ken, more than he'd ever be able to comprehend. A vacuous space waiting to be filled in.
And then, finally, the name.
...There is no way Astarion is ever going to remember that name, much less ever pronounce it correctly. But, well. At least he "heard" it the once.
And yes, it sure is a lot. Once he's free of the memory, he leans back a little, a whole array of emotions flitting through him. Feeling overcome, awed, and even indignant on Winter's behalf.]
What in the hells was that? [tf my guy] All that went through your head while you were bleeding out?
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And then, finally, the name.
...There is no way Astarion is ever going to remember that name, much less ever pronounce it correctly. But, well. At least he "heard" it the once.
And yes, it sure is a lot. Once he's free of the memory, he leans back a little, a whole array of emotions flitting through him. Feeling overcome, awed, and even indignant on Winter's behalf.]
What in the hells was that? [tf my guy] All that went through your head while you were bleeding out?