[ In case Iorveth somehow forgot. Astarion sure didn't. He never considered that his undeath might be unpleasant for Iorveth in ways beyond the superficial; he nearly asks as much, 'is it bothersome' on the tip of his tongue, but it sounds insecure and vaguely pathetic. Iorveth shouldn't have to put up with that right now, so he keeps his mouth shut on the topic, only rubbing his hands together behind Iorveth's back to try to warm them to something approaching living temperature. ]
But you needn't worry about any of that anymore.
[ Easier said than done, he knows. Sometimes, he still has a pang of fear strike him at the thought of Cazador coming for him. He'll be so mad at me, he often thinks, before he can remind himself that Cazador is a mangled heap desiccating underneath his palace. ]
We'll kill every last person who would dare harm us.
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[ In case Iorveth somehow forgot. Astarion sure didn't. He never considered that his undeath might be unpleasant for Iorveth in ways beyond the superficial; he nearly asks as much, 'is it bothersome' on the tip of his tongue, but it sounds insecure and vaguely pathetic. Iorveth shouldn't have to put up with that right now, so he keeps his mouth shut on the topic, only rubbing his hands together behind Iorveth's back to try to warm them to something approaching living temperature. ]
But you needn't worry about any of that anymore.
[ Easier said than done, he knows. Sometimes, he still has a pang of fear strike him at the thought of Cazador coming for him. He'll be so mad at me, he often thinks, before he can remind himself that Cazador is a mangled heap desiccating underneath his palace. ]
We'll kill every last person who would dare harm us.
[ How quickly he aligns himself with terrorism. ]