[Dorian smiles. He's learned quite a bit of Cisco, and Dorian doesn't often learn from anyone. He's well deserving of a bit of personal pride, but that smile turns bittersweet as Cisco explains. It's almost like speaking to a younger version of himself. He'd been the perfect son, the perfect heir...except he refused to live a lie, to marry a woman he detested and pretend to be something he wasn't for the rest of his life. His father had been so proud, but when Dorian expressed no interest in continuing the family legacy...it was unforgivable. He'd rebelled quietly at first, but had been an inebriated embarrassment, often of purpose, at every turn, had been expelled from three elite academies for conduct, he'd finally run away when his father had decided using forbidden magic to make him...compliant was acceptable. He understood Cisco's reluctance as well. It good bravery to do the things he'd done, to be who you wanted to be rather than what was expected...but it also took sacrifice and a resolve to loneliness. It gave him an understanding of Cisco's distance.]

Bravo. Damn them who treat you poorly for being who you are. It's out of envy, you know. They loathe you for having the courage they lack. You and I, we choose not to live a lie, lest it festers and poisons us. They sneer and spit their venom because it's eating them alive.