When I came across that "joke" from Tav to Quill and Z'rell's comment (plus Halsin), I had to take a minute to process what happened. Gale might be a bit silly and eccentric but he's the kindest, sweetest and most passionate character in that party. No wonder the poor man has deep insecurities to solve, so many people reduce him to an easy target! Ofc one of the side effects would be overconfidence and ambition as a defense mechanism. He's obv lonely; only Tara and Morena ever loved him for him.
his eccentric nature might be a part of it. he is loquacious, outgoing, and doesn’t see the point in hiding his enthusiasm. he is considered to be the weird one. naturally, wizards in general being seen as somewhat squishy and physically weak might also add to it.
personally, i really don’t like the implications of the (widely considered) autistic-coded character being the one who faces the most ridicule by far by other characters and fans (and larian) alike.
some might disagree with me on that, but i don’t find it funny by any means either. mostly it just makes me feel bad. “he deserves it. cocky, arrogant, hubris-ridden wizard needs to be taken down a peg” like he isn’t… y’know… already at his lowest. it also disregards the fact that much of his bravado is part of his carefully curated Great Wizard of Waterdeep™ persona that he has skillfully adopted to mask his general feeling of being defective. being fiercely proud of your skill and knowledge and being doubtful of having something truly worthwhile to offer are mindsets that can coexist. according to fandom, gale is either secret hubris incarnate that is only waiting to be unleashed upon the world or pure baby that can do no wrong. instead of a character that is just as flawed and traumatized as all the others, but no less deserving of genuine love.
to me, the constant ridicule just reads as further feeding into his deep-rooted insecurities and his belief that he (as gale, the person) isn’t someone who holds inherent worth. it really, really doesn’t sit well with me.
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Title: Soulless
Description: “When I was alive, you said you wanted to save me, as you hadn’t been able to save your daughter. Was any of that true?” -Aboard the Detragon, Melina opposes Descole. (AU)
Spoilers: For Eternal Diva, and slight spoilers for Azran Legacy
Set: AU, set during Eternal Diva
Warnings: Referenced character death… and Descole isn’t perceived in the best light here— at least, from Melina’s perspective. His actions might be more understandable with context from Azran Legacy
Note: Written for Day 3 of @layton-npc-appreciation-week for Eternal Diva… Descole’s not under-appreciated but Melina and Janice most definitely are.
“You must sing if you want to save them, Melina—“
“Was it true?” Melina interrupts him.
She‘s not sure where this newfound courage comes from (maybe it’s from Janice), but she stares at Jean Descole as they’re lifted into the air with the stage and the Detragon.
“W-when I was alive,” Melina recalls, “you said you wanted to save me, as you hadn’t been able to save your own daughter. Was any of that true?”
Below her, she hears Luke yelping and the wolves growling.
If Melina angers Descole, he could easily order the wolves to attack her father and her friends, but she can’t help it.
She’s angry and she wants to know…
What could drive someone to such lengths— to value an ancient city over human life?
Descole doesn’t deign to answer her.
The stage stops moving. They’re so high up now— high enough for Melina to see the whole island, and inside the castle.
The wolves have her companions surrounded. One has poor Luke pinned to the floor…
Descole turns to the Detragon’s keyboard with a toss of his cape.
“I didn’t think so,” Melina huffs.
She might as well be poking a dangerous bear right now, but still, she persists. (Maybe she can buy the others some time to escape from the wolves!)
“How could it be true? A loving father would never kidnap o-other people’s daughters— let alone steal their lives—“
“I haven’t stolen anyone’s life,” Descole spits, spinning around to face her again. He seems so incensed that Melina is startled for a moment. Is this sore spot for him?
(Luke had whispered to her, while they were being ‘escorted’ to the dungeon earlier, about the masked man’s deeds in Misthallery…)
“It was your ‘dear father’ who invited those girls to host your memories,” Descole sneers, as if Melina needs reminding. “I simply provided him with the means—“
“You’re right,” Melina agrees.
The love and the gratitude she feels for her father clashes with the shame in her heart, but the latter conquers all else.
Amelia was lured here, with the hope of winning eternal life for her dying granddad.
Little Nina dreams about returning home to her family.
Janice’s parents don’t even know their daughter has been dormant for a year.
“M-my father must face punishment for what he has done,” Melina says firmly. She glares at Descole. “And so will you.”
Melina has gone too far, this time.
Descole surges towards her. Terrified, Melina takes a small step back— only to remember how close to the edge she is.
Melina swallows. Surely a drop of this height would kill her. It would kill Janice.
Descole realises this too.
He grabs her by the wrist.
Before, when he was discussing the songs of Ambrosia, he had almost been gentle with her— as if he were handling a delicate ‘instrument’…
Now, he grips her arm as if he wants to shatter her bones.
“Sing A Song of the Sea,” he breathes, “or I will throw your beloved’s body off this machine.”
Melina quivers— all of her courage crumbling away in an instant.
Janice… I’m so sorry…
Melina doesn’t even care about the kingdom of Ambrosia. Descole can have it! Anything, as long as he lets Janice, Father, and the rest of them go…
“Don’t make me do it,” Descole says through gritted teeth.
“P-please…” Melina is ready to submit to his demands, but then, Janice rises to the surface of her mind and mutters, “You’re a soulless monster—“
Janice, stop!
Melina clamps her free hand over her mouth. She hates having to stifle Janice, but she’s going to get them— herself— killed!
Descole stares at her, his mouth slightly open. Melina imagines his eyes widening as well. Would he be any less intimidating, if she could see his eyes?
Much to Melina’s immense relief, Descole releases her and storms back to the Detragon’s keyboard.
He starts to play A Song of the Stars.
“Sing,” he orders once more, “and I swear, on my daughter’s memory, that I will send your loved ones home, unharmed.”
“A-Alright,” Melina concedes. She has nothing to gain and everything to lose, unless she complies.
You’re doing the right thing, Janice assures her.
Melina nods, takes a deep breath, and begins to sing.
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