[Zevran isn't exactly sure how to feel about this. About any of what Rowan just said. He just started to think that this place might but real, but now it seems like just a dream. He half expects Taliesin or Rinna to appear now, or the Archdemon itself. That would truly make this a nightmare.
His eyes narrow for a moment. He wouldn't need a second chance if he allowed someone else to take the final blow-- but Zevran didn't speak his feelings. He pushes them back down like any good assassin and just stands by the bar to pour himself another drink.
Everything is fine.]
It's difficult to morn someone who isn't dead, you know this right?
[It isn't that he isn't glad to see Rowan. Even if this is some fucked up dream his mind is fabricating to allow him to cope. He's just frustrated. He hates this, he hates that all he can see when he looks at him is the blood on his face or the fire that engulfed him.]
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His eyes narrow for a moment. He wouldn't need a second chance if he allowed someone else to take the final blow-- but Zevran didn't speak his feelings. He pushes them back down like any good assassin and just stands by the bar to pour himself another drink.
Everything is fine.]
It's difficult to morn someone who isn't dead, you know this right?
[It isn't that he isn't glad to see Rowan. Even if this is some fucked up dream his mind is fabricating to allow him to cope. He's just frustrated. He hates this, he hates that all he can see when he looks at him is the blood on his face or the fire that engulfed him.]