[ Ridiculous. Iorveth could never be the thing that harms him, he thinks, not ever. (He's hurt Astarion plenty of times, but, well, certainly the reverse is true as well.) Life is terrifying, but Iorveth makes it worth braving. He makes Astarion want to traipse into vampire lairs without any preparation just to keep him safe.

—Right. The vampire lair that they're currently in. Astarion's fingers grip those arms even tighter. ]

Let's leave this awful place, then. Leave this awful city.

[ He sighs, shaking his head as if disappointed in himself. ]

I was so stupid to chase after that godsdamned cloak. I already have everything I need.

[ Or, at least, that's what he's going to tell himself while he spends a lifetime in the dark. ]