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“When Mystra and I first met, I was eleven years old. She expressed an erotic interest in me on my thirteenth birthday - the very same day I had graduated from Blackstaff Academy.”
“Oh, shit,” said Astarion softly.
“She said that I had a mind far more mature than most adult wizards, as evidenced by my extensive academic records,” Gale continued. “She said I was wise beyond my years, and thus capable of entering a relationship with her. Though she made me her chosen when I was 18, I had been acting as her lover for years prior.”
“Not her lover, her victim. ‘Lover’ implies a relationship. She abused you for years, and got away with it,” he spat, enraged on Gale’s behalf. “You deserved - deserve - justice. More justice than you got, in any case. She tortured you for decades. You walked away damaged, and she carried on living, hurting people, as she always had.”
“Decades?” Gale’s brow furrowed.
“Years, decades, whatever,” he hurried past his slip. “You’re what, thirty-something? Forty? Shit like that stays with you for life.”
“May I assume you know from experience?”
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Two sufferers of abuse come together for comfort because they understand.