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Verity stares blankly at the flame of her campfire. Nature is completely silent, it should be concerning. A sign of something gone wrong but she's rather certain it's just nature letting her brood in peace.
Just a year ago this scene would've different, nature would've been bustling and Lae’zel would've been right next to her as they sat in silence.
Veritys hand shifts on the grass next to her, half expecting to feel the familiar skin but nothing, of course, they went their separate ways.
Lae’zels story was over. She got what she wanted.
Veritys story isn't over. And won't be over for a while. Because Verity can never get what she wants because what she wants is everything and nothing at all.
so she just curls in tighter on herself. Thinking of all the words she could've – should've – said to Lae'zel when she had the chance. All the things that will keep her up at night for as long as she still has the capacity to remember them.
She almost missed the emperor right now, at least he would've offered some type of commentary. Hell, even Mephistopheles would've been welcome now.
But nobody's there.
Just Verity. Even Silvanus is quiet tonight. Because a God has too many loyal followers to be wasting time with a moping drow.
Verity hates herself for pushing all her friends away. She never called them friends because they weren't but now? Now that she's lost them? They're friends. And she won't barge into their lives just because hers feels incomplete.
….Hunter would still welcome her home but she's not a kid anymore. She shouldn't rely on her father for company, he has a bar to run!...
….perhaps this is Veritys punishment for being who she is. Left to be a somebody who feels like a nobody. She could go back to Baldur's gate and everybody would love her for being their savour but what good is going back to the city if Lae'zel isn't there to make fun of it with her?