[ Yes, he thinks. He wants Iorveth to leave so that he can be morose and brood and feel even worse than he does right now. He wants to wallow in his own self-pity and self-loathing, and once he's done, maybe he'll want to ruin the only good thing he has by taking it out on Iorveth, too. He wants to feel awful, and to make everyone else feel just as awful as he does.
That's the initial thought, anyway. Instinct rarely changes after being set in stone for two centuries. He's spent quite a lot of that time curled up alone in the dark, feeling small and unimportant, seething with rage at himself and at others. There's never been anyone he liked enough, much less trusted enough, to want them to stay. No one whose presence would be a comfort.
Being alone hasn't done much for him. He turns to look at Iorveth, peeking out from under his cover. ]
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That's the initial thought, anyway. Instinct rarely changes after being set in stone for two centuries. He's spent quite a lot of that time curled up alone in the dark, feeling small and unimportant, seething with rage at himself and at others. There's never been anyone he liked enough, much less trusted enough, to want them to stay. No one whose presence would be a comfort.
Being alone hasn't done much for him. He turns to look at Iorveth, peeking out from under his cover. ]
Don't go.