[ Astarion watches the man drop, lifeless, to the ground, still idly playing with his knife as if a man killing himself in front of him is banal and boring. Honestly, it sort of is. He was going to die one way or another; he could have at least made it enjoyable. ]
Ugh. Why can't someone ever beg me for once? [ He's spent plenty of time begging. It's only fair that the world pays it back. A sidelong glance precedes, ] After all, you won't do it.
[ 'You'd have me beg on my hands and knees if you thought I wouldn't protest,' he'd said. Absolutely right.
Astarion crouches down, wiping the knife's blade against the man's armor. ]
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Ugh. Why can't someone ever beg me for once? [ He's spent plenty of time begging. It's only fair that the world pays it back. A sidelong glance precedes, ] After all, you won't do it.
[ 'You'd have me beg on my hands and knees if you thought I wouldn't protest,' he'd said. Absolutely right.
Astarion crouches down, wiping the knife's blade against the man's armor. ]
One of them might have your bow.