[ Astarion rubs at the bruise self-consciously, only just now realizing that it's there. He frowns, vainly displeased with yet another marring of his appearance. After they find a cleric for Iorveth, he'll have to ask them to heal him as well. He can't possibly walk around looking like some vagabond.
In response, he makes a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat. ]
I suppose I must have been.
[ He hardly remembers. It was so long ago, and whoever he was then bears little resemblance to the person he is now. He remembers being influential, important, powerful, all of the things he never was in the palace — all of the things he rarely feels now. Strangely, he's both jealous and resentful of that version of himself. A stupid fool who didn't even know what he had. ]
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In response, he makes a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat. ]
I suppose I must have been.
[ He hardly remembers. It was so long ago, and whoever he was then bears little resemblance to the person he is now. He remembers being influential, important, powerful, all of the things he never was in the palace — all of the things he rarely feels now. Strangely, he's both jealous and resentful of that version of himself. A stupid fool who didn't even know what he had. ]
It's all rather... blurry.