[ 'Liberator of vampire spawn'. Astarion scoffs. Iorveth seems to enjoy painting him out to be some sort of hero, and he figures it makes sense. After all, Iorveth's life has been dedicated to being a savior of the subjugated; it tracks that he would value altruism, working toward a common good. Astarion knows, though, that he doesn't have a shred of altruism inside of him. Maybe he did once, but two hundred years made sure to beat it out of him. ]
Don't be ridiculous.
[ It does, however, feel good to have Iorveth look at him like this, touch him so adoringly. If he were still trying to manipulate his way into safety, he would have played the hero angle up, pretended to care about unshackling the elves from the chains of humanity, or whatever.
But he isn't trying to manipulate Iorveth, at least not to that extent, so he huffs and says, ] I just— pity them, is all.
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Don't be ridiculous.
[ It does, however, feel good to have Iorveth look at him like this, touch him so adoringly. If he were still trying to manipulate his way into safety, he would have played the hero angle up, pretended to care about unshackling the elves from the chains of humanity, or whatever.
But he isn't trying to manipulate Iorveth, at least not to that extent, so he huffs and says, ] I just— pity them, is all.