[ On his own terms, of his own volition. He's hardly ever done anything that way. It feels awfully intimidating, and he almost wants to ask Iorveth to just do it all for him. Unfortunately, he already knows that Iorveth won't. He'd say something about Astarion's freedom and independence and blah blah blah, and then he'd make Astarion make the hard choice.
He sighs, then forces himself to take one step and then another. His hand stays wrapped around Iorveth's arm, holding him close as if a rabid spawn could jump out any minute. They're unlikely to do any jumping at all; as they approach, it's obvious that the creatures are lethargic, wasting away. Some have enough energy left in them to approach the bars, grasping them and staring slack-jawed at the living person being paraded through their prison.
Astarion looks at them, at their faces. None of them are familiar, although hundreds of them must be here by his doing. To them, he's the awful monster who led them to their dooms. To him, they're only strangers. ]
I don't know where to start, [ he admits, a sea of red lights peering back at him. ]
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He sighs, then forces himself to take one step and then another. His hand stays wrapped around Iorveth's arm, holding him close as if a rabid spawn could jump out any minute. They're unlikely to do any jumping at all; as they approach, it's obvious that the creatures are lethargic, wasting away. Some have enough energy left in them to approach the bars, grasping them and staring slack-jawed at the living person being paraded through their prison.
Astarion looks at them, at their faces. None of them are familiar, although hundreds of them must be here by his doing. To them, he's the awful monster who led them to their dooms. To him, they're only strangers. ]
I don't know where to start, [ he admits, a sea of red lights peering back at him. ]