[ It's charming that Iorveth is still talking shit, even now, but Astarion wishes he would stay quiet and conserve his energy. He's no physician, but surely the more Iorveth does, the faster he'll--
Die. Gods. He feels like he's in that nightmare all over again. Maybe this is still a nightmare, and he'll wake in a moment with Iorveth lying peacefully beside him.
...Or not. ]
Because he's so reasonable, I'm sure.
[ The only bright side to all of this is that he knows his enemy. He is him. He knows what would frighten himself more than anything: the dread of his master's rage. ]
You're his favorite, I imagine. He'd take any excuse to hear you scream.
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Die. Gods. He feels like he's in that nightmare all over again. Maybe this is still a nightmare, and he'll wake in a moment with Iorveth lying peacefully beside him.
...Or not. ]
Because he's so reasonable, I'm sure.
[ The only bright side to all of this is that he knows his enemy. He is him. He knows what would frighten himself more than anything: the dread of his master's rage. ]
You're his favorite, I imagine. He'd take any excuse to hear you scream.