[ Sebastian nods lightly with a soft laugh, though in truth, he’s slightly wary about getting rid of his inhibitions. He’s just particular and controlling, especially when it comes to himself. Luckily the intrigue of a new experience is at least enough for him to relax in those standards. Slightly.
Though rather than touch on that, Amos dips into the subject that’s more interesting to him. It’s probably stereotypical, and he’d even admit that with a laugh, but meditations on death are naturally interesting to him. It is indeed like comparing wines, so far as he’s concerned. ]
I agree. There is a finality with death. Absent of that, what happens in Horos or Kenos both, it is more like… A reprieve, I suppose?
[ The bartender returns with Sebastian’s drink, and it’s served like whiskey, but it’s a deep, dark color. It almost looks black at first and in the lower light of the bar but looking for a moment longer shows a purple tint to it. Sebastian makes a lightly impressed noise as he picks it up and takes a nose of it, which he immediately wrinkles despite himself. It’s strong, though he does catch notes that are more familiar to him. It’s surprising to him, since it seems like this will be palatable to him. In a sense, at least. If it burns on the way down, that might be cancelled out somewhat. ]
What was it like, coming back?
[ And with that said, he finally takes his sip! It does indeed burn right away on his tongue, but he finds that it’s not as unpleasant as he had been anticipating. It does indeed bloom in flavor that he can truly taste, and for that, he smiles enough for it to reach to his eyes. How surprising! ]
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Though rather than touch on that, Amos dips into the subject that’s more interesting to him. It’s probably stereotypical, and he’d even admit that with a laugh, but meditations on death are naturally interesting to him. It is indeed like comparing wines, so far as he’s concerned. ]
I agree. There is a finality with death. Absent of that, what happens in Horos or Kenos both, it is more like… A reprieve, I suppose?
[ The bartender returns with Sebastian’s drink, and it’s served like whiskey, but it’s a deep, dark color. It almost looks black at first and in the lower light of the bar but looking for a moment longer shows a purple tint to it. Sebastian makes a lightly impressed noise as he picks it up and takes a nose of it, which he immediately wrinkles despite himself. It’s strong, though he does catch notes that are more familiar to him. It’s surprising to him, since it seems like this will be palatable to him. In a sense, at least. If it burns on the way down, that might be cancelled out somewhat. ]
What was it like, coming back?
[ And with that said, he finally takes his sip! It does indeed burn right away on his tongue, but he finds that it’s not as unpleasant as he had been anticipating. It does indeed bloom in flavor that he can truly taste, and for that, he smiles enough for it to reach to his eyes. How surprising! ]