[ Saskia, Saskia. A moment of blankness crosses his face, and it's obvious in his expression that he has no fucking clue who Saskia is. It takes a good few seconds before recognition lights up his eyes; oh, Saskia. Yes, he's sure Iorveth has mentioned her before. Could have sworn her name was Sasha, though. ]
Respectfully, darling, I don't give a rat's ass what they say about you.
[ A pause, then: ] Well, I do, but— [ Uncharacteristically, he trips over his words before settling on ] Only because they've no right to say it, of course.
[ He cares that Iorveth is being disrespected and denigrated, but he doesn't give a bit of stock to it. Astarion hates other people, so why would he listen to what they have to say? ]
As far as I see it, you've nothing to be forgiven for.
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Respectfully, darling, I don't give a rat's ass what they say about you.
[ A pause, then: ] Well, I do, but— [ Uncharacteristically, he trips over his words before settling on ] Only because they've no right to say it, of course.
[ He cares that Iorveth is being disrespected and denigrated, but he doesn't give a bit of stock to it. Astarion hates other people, so why would he listen to what they have to say? ]
As far as I see it, you've nothing to be forgiven for.