[ Another stark difference between them. Iorveth replays all of the suffering and torment he's experienced to the point of insanity; Astarion stuffs it into a box under a rug in the dustiest corner of his mind, hoping never to see it again. Hard to say which is better. Hard to say which is worse. Neither option seems to be working particularly well for them.
If Iorveth had lost him that day, he wouldn't have had a body to wake up to. Astarion would have been a pile of ash before they ever reached Flotsam. Even he knows this is something that he shouldn't mention, though, lest he upset Iorveth. Better that he doesn't have the mental image of Astarion's disintegrated body in his head. ]
It doesn't bother you, then? Undeath?
[ The sound of insecurity in his own voice makes him sick. He hastily continues, ] I'm irresistible dead or alive, of course, but I can see how some might find it... disconcerting.
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If Iorveth had lost him that day, he wouldn't have had a body to wake up to. Astarion would have been a pile of ash before they ever reached Flotsam. Even he knows this is something that he shouldn't mention, though, lest he upset Iorveth. Better that he doesn't have the mental image of Astarion's disintegrated body in his head. ]
It doesn't bother you, then? Undeath?
[ The sound of insecurity in his own voice makes him sick. He hastily continues, ] I'm irresistible dead or alive, of course, but I can see how some might find it... disconcerting.