"Hm," Shepard rarely hesitated, and those who knew her would have spotted the quality of this pause immediately. But then she shook her head, "Nah. I see the value of having another option in my back pocket, but... I really don't believe in any of this shit. I'm not even completely sure any of this is real."

She gestured, a risky maneuver with the drink in that hand, and it sloshed the circle as she indicated the whole of the world around them. The walls, the hotel, the staff, the party.... the lot of it.

"I knew a man once who told me that he'd spent years dead. It wasn't the same, but... I think he'd like you a lot, if you two met. He was an assassin. Thane Krios. Trade you stories instead, Wei Wuxian; give me a good one about that one time you fucked up."

She's sure there are many.