Vex, working through her brother’s death, one conversation in an empty temple at a time.
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“Sometimes I wonder…” Vex then started over. “How different things
would have been if I hadn’t died down in that tomb. I wasn’t even dead
for that long, and we had a cleric with us who knew his shit, and yet
you just… Went ahead and…” She made an empty gesture toward the cup of
blood and then fell silent for a bit, before she shook her head and got
up to her feet again.
“I can’t do this,” she then told the cup. “And the longer I’m in
here, the more I run into the danger of just insulting your… Benefactor?
Patron? New main squeeze? Whatever. You think she’d go back on your
deal if I just insulted or annoyed her enough? Would that mean you’d
come back to us?”
Grief – Chapter 1 – Kimiko93 – Critical Role (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own]
Overdressed & Underappreciated 