[ The "trying to behead him" bit. Iorveth adores Astarion and understands that he had no choice, but Iorveth is also not a victim of Astarion's crimes; what he can give in terms of leniency, he's aware that most others wouldn't. ]
But you chose to let them live. [ For a given value of living, undead as they all are. Iorveth turns Astarion's hand over in his palm one more time before relinquishing the touch, settling back against the wall with his arms folded once more. ] You chose freedom over fodder.
[ Too little too late, some might say, but Iorveth still remembers the enormity of that decision, and how Astarion had worn it in that blue-green antechamber under Cazador's palace. ]
―If we told that woman what became of her friend, [ gesturing towards the bar, where the woman in question is ordering another glass of red, ] do you think she would stop searching for her?
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[ The "trying to behead him" bit. Iorveth adores Astarion and understands that he had no choice, but Iorveth is also not a victim of Astarion's crimes; what he can give in terms of leniency, he's aware that most others wouldn't. ]
But you chose to let them live. [ For a given value of living, undead as they all are. Iorveth turns Astarion's hand over in his palm one more time before relinquishing the touch, settling back against the wall with his arms folded once more. ] You chose freedom over fodder.
[ Too little too late, some might say, but Iorveth still remembers the enormity of that decision, and how Astarion had worn it in that blue-green antechamber under Cazador's palace. ]
―If we told that woman what became of her friend, [ gesturing towards the bar, where the woman in question is ordering another glass of red, ] do you think she would stop searching for her?