[ Life in the forest kind of is an intolerable concession, but it's one he was willing to tolerate because Iorveth would be there. He would give up nearly anything to be with Iorveth, although admittedly, he had very little to give up in the first place. What would he have been doing right now, if not this? Skulking around in the Underdark surrounded by his awful siblings and seven thousand people who hate him. ]

A future with an expiration date, you mean.

[ For one of them, anyway, but the end of Iorveth's life feels a lot like the end of his life. The trials of having one singular person who has made life worth living; without said person, it all seems very bleak. ]

...Well. I guess I'm already fortunate to have as much of you as I do.

[ He doesn't sound wholly convinced of this. Astarion has never been the type to be content with what he has. ]