[There’s no hesitation on his part. No embellishment this time: his voice so uncharacteristically level and low-set that it barely registers as Astarion at all, given his usual adorning flair.
Without it, he’s someone else entirely.
Maybe who he was before his sire's corruptive bite.]
Thedas did.
[And isn’t that a wonderful and wretched lot all at once, knowing the one thing that rescued you from the jaws of madness is the one thing that— at any moment— could so easily be rescinded.
Rifters are demons. Rifters are spirits. Rifters are dreams. They’re nothing. They don't last. It’s so easily said, here. So easily dismissed, the weight and worth of the souls stumbling desperately out of the Fade without a single choice in the matter.
They don’t know what it’s like. And Astarion resents every last Thedosian that dares to say it in front of him.]
no subject
[There’s no hesitation on his part. No embellishment this time: his voice so uncharacteristically level and low-set that it barely registers as Astarion at all, given his usual adorning flair.
Without it, he’s someone else entirely.
Maybe who he was before his sire's corruptive bite.]
Thedas did.
[And isn’t that a wonderful and wretched lot all at once, knowing the one thing that rescued you from the jaws of madness is the one thing that— at any moment— could so easily be rescinded.
Rifters are demons. Rifters are spirits. Rifters are dreams. They’re nothing. They don't last. It’s so easily said, here. So easily dismissed, the weight and worth of the souls stumbling desperately out of the Fade without a single choice in the matter.
They don’t know what it’s like. And Astarion resents every last Thedosian that dares to say it in front of him.]
How did you save yourself.