[ A moment's silence, and then Astarion takes the pillow from beneath his head and presses it against his face. If only he needed to breathe; maybe then he could suffocate himself beneath it and not have to feel this way anymore.
Unfortunately, he doesn't need to breathe, and so he simply lies there, looking like a child throwing a tantrum. Which he is, he supposes. That's exactly what Cazador would have said. Speaking of— ]
He's not supposed to make me feel this way anymore.
[ Muffled underneath the pillow, but with feeling. He'd thought that he was fixed. He'd told Iorveth that being with him made up for every terrible thing that ever happened to him, and he'd believed it. This sudden twinge of fear and feeling of smallness is all the more humiliating for the fact that he really had thought he'd won.
Another moment, and he finally removes the pillow from his face, frowning. ]
I... apologize. [ A very mature thing to do, he thinks! Would a child throwing a tantrum do that? ] This isn't your issue to deal with.
[ He doesn't have to make his negative emotions everybody else's problem. That's growth. ]
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Unfortunately, he doesn't need to breathe, and so he simply lies there, looking like a child throwing a tantrum. Which he is, he supposes. That's exactly what Cazador would have said. Speaking of— ]
He's not supposed to make me feel this way anymore.
[ Muffled underneath the pillow, but with feeling. He'd thought that he was fixed. He'd told Iorveth that being with him made up for every terrible thing that ever happened to him, and he'd believed it. This sudden twinge of fear and feeling of smallness is all the more humiliating for the fact that he really had thought he'd won.
Another moment, and he finally removes the pillow from his face, frowning. ]
I... apologize. [ A very mature thing to do, he thinks! Would a child throwing a tantrum do that? ] This isn't your issue to deal with.
[ He doesn't have to make his negative emotions everybody else's problem. That's growth. ]