[ Sure, maybe it would be wise for him to strike out on his own in the way that he'd not been able to do before, but 'free' and 'alone' aren't the same thing. He would know: he spent the last two centuries alone. He'd made himself believe that solitude was safety because in the palace it was, but his time out in the world disabused him of that notion (rather forcefully). Solitude doesn't make him any more safe or free, it just makes him lonely.
He glances over at the trio of bards in the distance, who seem to have picked up on the tension and the air and started playing something a little more bittersweet. Easier to look at them than Iorveth. ]
...You've tried to get rid of me, certainly. Rather incessantly.
[ The time frame might change, but the notion is still the same. Every time, Astarion gets upset, Iorveth relents, and then the whole damned thing starts over again. It feels awful to have the rug pulled out from under him each time.
With a sigh: ]
I don't even know where I would go. What I would do.
[ Which is, perhaps, an admission that he is a little bit of a lost puppy. ]
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[ Sure, maybe it would be wise for him to strike out on his own in the way that he'd not been able to do before, but 'free' and 'alone' aren't the same thing. He would know: he spent the last two centuries alone. He'd made himself believe that solitude was safety because in the palace it was, but his time out in the world disabused him of that notion (rather forcefully). Solitude doesn't make him any more safe or free, it just makes him lonely.
He glances over at the trio of bards in the distance, who seem to have picked up on the tension and the air and started playing something a little more bittersweet. Easier to look at them than Iorveth. ]
...You've tried to get rid of me, certainly. Rather incessantly.
[ The time frame might change, but the notion is still the same. Every time, Astarion gets upset, Iorveth relents, and then the whole damned thing starts over again. It feels awful to have the rug pulled out from under him each time.
With a sigh: ]
I don't even know where I would go. What I would do.
[ Which is, perhaps, an admission that he is a little bit of a lost puppy. ]