[ He needed Iorveth to tell him to do it. He needed Iorveth to tell him that it would be all right if he did fail, that the world will keep spinning whether he can frolic in the sun or not. That Iorveth will still be by his side, even if it means he's condemned to the dark, too.
Astarion slowly drapes the cloak around his shoulders. It's lighter than the other one, meant for more casual, daily wear. He's not sure if that's a good sign or not. It doesn't feel as if it's causing any ill effects, which is better than the alternative, so he ties the strings together and stares at the strip of sunlight beaming through the room. ]
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Astarion slowly drapes the cloak around his shoulders. It's lighter than the other one, meant for more casual, daily wear. He's not sure if that's a good sign or not. It doesn't feel as if it's causing any ill effects, which is better than the alternative, so he ties the strings together and stares at the strip of sunlight beaming through the room. ]
Perhaps you could just shove me into it.
[ Rip off the bandage. ]