[ Iorveth thinks about that. "You would have done more". He has nothing to compare it to, not concretely, but he thinks that it's likely the truth; he knows himself, and he remembers how he acted when he was caught and paraded like livestock, and how he should have died with the rest of his brigade.

Stupid, if Astarion thinks Iorveth will think less of him because Iorveth is somehow the authority on how to act under duress. His lips turn upwards in a grim smile, turning his hand in Astarion's loose hold to stroke under that shapely chin. ]

I would have done more, certainly. I would have fought, and earned Cazador's ire, and I would have been locked in the prison under that cursed mansion to rot like the rest.

[ Too willful, too unwilling to break. A nuisance. ]

I would have been dead before I found you. [ If their roles had been reversed. ] Unlike you― my clever, resourceful cat.

[ Maybe things would have gone better for Iorveth if he had even a fraction of Astarion's charm. Maybe people would have trusted him more, maybe he would have been more diplomatic. Iorveth is far from perfect, but he can only be himself. ]