[ Iorveth knows how this feels: like teetering on the edge of falling, again. Again. His queen sold him as collateral, his comrade disappeared without a word, his dragon told him that there was no space for him. He's always been the common denominator, him. (Ugly, broken, unlovable.)
His pride screams at himself, but there's so little of it left when he's with Astarion. What use is it, when he's already bowed his head in front of Astarion and pleaded with him to stay? The smarter, more strategic thing to do in this situation would be to leave, to not dignify that statement with an answer that isn't a curt "why don't you think for yourself", but he hasn't been smart or strategic around Astarion in a small age. ]
Someone who would discard you if you became inconvenient.
[ Bluntly. He hates saying it; the words taste like ash in his mouth. ]
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His pride screams at himself, but there's so little of it left when he's with Astarion. What use is it, when he's already bowed his head in front of Astarion and pleaded with him to stay? The smarter, more strategic thing to do in this situation would be to leave, to not dignify that statement with an answer that isn't a curt "why don't you think for yourself", but he hasn't been smart or strategic around Astarion in a small age. ]
Someone who would discard you if you became inconvenient.
[ Bluntly. He hates saying it; the words taste like ash in his mouth. ]