[ Astarion falters. There had been a time when he would have assured Iorveth that he's only looking out for number one all by himself, with no prompting needed. Now, his response to Iorveth's question is annoyance, offense. Why would he even still be here if he only wanted to look out for himself? He would have already run for the hills long ago, leaving Iorveth behind to be tortured and gutted by these animals. There's nothing in it for him except the potential of more pain and suffering, yet he finds himself unable to leave. What had he thought, back when he'd stayed behind to fight Henselt's men with Iorveth? Oh, right: fuck it.
Telling Iorveth that he actually wants to play the hero this time won't go well, he imagines. Besides, why give him something else to worry about? So Astarion lies through his teeth: ]
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Telling Iorveth that he actually wants to play the hero this time won't go well, he imagines. Besides, why give him something else to worry about? So Astarion lies through his teeth: ]
I always do.