[ Whatever destruction he caused in life, he caused even more in death. Much of the time he feels indignant about his lot in life (or undeath), but sometimes, when he's feeling particularly low, he wonders if he didn't deserve what he got. Some of his victims would probably say so. ]

Of course not. You're forbidden from loving me less.

[ But maybe Iorveth could see how horrible he can be and love him anyway. If such a thing is possible, Iorveth would be the one to do it. He tugs Iorveth closer until their bodies are properly slotted together, light strokes turning to gentle scratching. ]

But you needn't pity me for the past. [ He needn't pity Astarion at all, honestly. ] I have you to care for me now.