[...He went to what That One Person said to him, before he buried the dagger in his tormentor's chest and cried wailing tears.
I want you to live a life you're proud of.
I want you to be happy.
Every dismayed look and every kind loving face she gave him swarmed him like a colony of bees. To think he tried to hide everything the moment he arrived here, just wanting to bubble every ounce of pain in hopes it just went away. With every meal he could eat, every hour he could dream, every ray of sunlight he could have free of everything. Soon, the agony and trauma would wash away with it? Astarion wasn't stupid, but he never wanted to live in these shadows again.
Reminded of those shadows meant this happiness could end, and he would return home only to have the hide in the shadows all over again. Free, but lacking.]
But I've been trying to make you ignorant from the start.
[He couldn't even look her in the eye as his face was void of any charm or lightness.]
What fun then would we have had chatting about it over some coffee. I'm a vampire spawn, made to serve a master that used me like a tool for centuries! His wretched voice keeps ringing, I know you heard his nice little creed for his nice little pretend family.
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I want you to live a life you're proud of.
I want you to be happy.
Every dismayed look and every kind loving face she gave him swarmed him like a colony of bees. To think he tried to hide everything the moment he arrived here, just wanting to bubble every ounce of pain in hopes it just went away. With every meal he could eat, every hour he could dream, every ray of sunlight he could have free of everything. Soon, the agony and trauma would wash away with it? Astarion wasn't stupid, but he never wanted to live in these shadows again.
Reminded of those shadows meant this happiness could end, and he would return home only to have the hide in the shadows all over again. Free, but lacking.]
But I've been trying to make you ignorant from the start.
[He couldn't even look her in the eye as his face was void of any charm or lightness.]
What fun then would we have had chatting about it over some coffee. I'm a vampire spawn, made to serve a master that used me like a tool for centuries! His wretched voice keeps ringing, I know you heard his nice little creed for his nice little pretend family.