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WHO: Borjas
WHERE: A canal near the high temple
OPEN/CLOSED: Closed
WHEN: Night of Day 4

[Astra has a cleaned-out planter as a bucket and is using it to wash herself in the canal. No soap or anything, just rinsing herself. Very thoroughly. ]

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It's good timing if you're frustrated with your loss, though.

[taps his own cheek.]

Come, a kiss with your fist as that is what I've managed to woo you into, now that you're weak.

... Right. I promised, huh.

[ he still seems reluctant ]

Bergen...

I grow weary of convincing you on this-- and I cannot push my desires upon you.

I know, I know. Still just don't seem right.

[ but ... he rears his hand back and reluctantly hits him in the faace ]

[hit!

... huh. digesting... that. quick inhale!]

...Not so bad as I had braced for.

[ flushing a bit himself ]

Well I just gotta hit you, not lay you out.

[Balthier is studying him again... like how genuine Bergen has been is yet again sinking in]

I shant complain if it filled you. Did it?

[ prettty genuine. not that he's a liar exactly, but he holds back in front of the others. this is more relaxed, the leader mask dropping somewhat. ]

I surely feel full. Huh. This an' the snack must've done it.

[DOING MY JOB!! and feeling... pretty good about it...]

Glad to know I can sate one appetite at least.

An' yours? How you doin' there?

. . .

[pauses. . . he looks a little guilty?]

About that. . .

... Don't tell me you've been harrassin' me about food without eatin' yourself.

I'm afraid I've been a scoundrel with you, Bergen.

[ ??? ]

Say what you mean.

I feed on lies.

[ that takes him a moment to parse ]

So ... y'lied to me about what y'eat. And that helped you feed.

Clever, if I say so myself, and likely common for my ilk.

[ hrrrmmm ]

... Why lie to me?

[shrugs, looking off away from his face]

To eat, why else?

Upon waking, all I knew was that my Prime cast me out, and I was hungry. Already, my services as Courtesan were unwanted. And so I took cunning start, to keep me fed, and were my Prime to believe I needed to drink from him to provide for me, then all the better.

Y'coulda come t'me quiet like. Had my support from the start. Woulda found plenty feedin' just lyin' to the rest of the family.

I don't take well to obedience, or assume trust to be found in a den the likes of Borja. Spread your chest open and it's like to be stabbed.

Not here. Not s'long as I'm here.

[. . .]

Here I am, then. Speaking the truth. And sacrificing what would have been a beautifully ripened reveal of deceit at the end of the season, I should say.

I'd've punched you if'n you'd waited that long.

Clearly not a deterrent.