[ He turns to look at Iorveth again, somehow warm and terribly irritated at the same time. It's charming, he supposes, that Iorveth apologizes for, what, believing Astarion would be better off without him? If there's anyone he should apologize to, it's himself. ]
I want you to believe that I don't consider you so— what was it you said, hmm? Easily discarded.
[ Hearkening back to what Iorveth had said to him. Their neuroses line up perfectly. It would be romantic, if it weren't such a disaster. ]
Or do you think I want to foist immortality on every half-decent elf I see?
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[ He turns to look at Iorveth again, somehow warm and terribly irritated at the same time. It's charming, he supposes, that Iorveth apologizes for, what, believing Astarion would be better off without him? If there's anyone he should apologize to, it's himself. ]
I want you to believe that I don't consider you so— what was it you said, hmm? Easily discarded.
[ Hearkening back to what Iorveth had said to him. Their neuroses line up perfectly. It would be romantic, if it weren't such a disaster. ]
Or do you think I want to foist immortality on every half-decent elf I see?