Yet another sideblog for my hyperfixation

An assemblage of Minthara kisses and some after remarks, you're welcome!

Minthara: When we killed the tieflings, at the grove, I was not in control of my actions. You do not have the same excuse. So I ask you - why? Why kill them? Elijah: A violent urge drives me. I wasn't in control of my actions. Minthara: But you had the Prism, did you not? So the Absolute was not the cause. Are you in control of your actions now? Elijah: Most of the time.

Narrator: And you have earned that trust, along with a small measure of her affection. It is a rare thing, well-hidden in the cold fortress of her mind, and it is precious. Minthara: Together we can have our vengeance on those who infected us. Rest well, and keep your wits about you. Tomorrow, we go to war with the cult of the Absolute.

Nightwarden Minthara: I expected to be greeted as a hero - but the wretches imprisoned me, and tried to tear my mind apart. I didn't think anyone would come for me. Elijah: What were they doing to you? Nightwarden Minthara: Erasing my thoughts, and my will. Even I could not have endured for much longer. Elijah: We need to get you out of here. Nightwarden Minthara: Agreed. Elijah: Let's go. Nightwarden Minthara: Lead the way.

Narrator: As your bodies lock together, so do your minds. Her whole being is laid bare before you. And half-hidden at the centre of her desire, you discover something unexpected - fear. She flinches as layers of her psyche peel back, revealing the scars of a life spent anticipating a knife in the back. The memories of countless dead, slain too soon - not just enemies, but family, friends, lovers. Nightwarden Minthara: Speak to me. Tell me what is in your heart. Elijah: Passion - I enjoyed that more than the battle. Nightwarden Minthara: As did I. During the battle, my mind raced, my blood burned... I was righteous. But tonight, I only heard your breath and your voice. The Absolute was silent, and - strange to say - that brought me comfort. How is that possible? Narrator: The artefact pulses softly, sending out a warning. It is afraid. Elijah: The Absolute isn't what you think it is. Nightwarden Minthara: Quiet - if She hears you. She will kill us both. I have felt Her love, but I have also seen Her wrath. Those who turn from Her grace die screaming. Elijah: Then your doubt is a dangerous thing. Push it to one side. Nightwarden Minthara: You are right. This is blasphemy... but so much that has happened since I left the Underdark is like a dream of somebody else's life. I... do not know myself anymore. Except tonight. Tonight, I wanted this - for myself. I must pray, and you must rest. Tomorrow we will have fresh orders.