[ Astarion watches him, expression darker now. This is taking a turn he didn't imagine with his idle prodding at Mystra, but... The book is clutched a little tighter in his hands. There's too much here for him alone to unpick, but the familiarity of it all makes the anger inside of him burn a little brighter. He remembers how it felt, crawling out of his own grave to peer out at the night sky, to see Cazador looming over him, feeling stronger and better at first, but...
Cazador is power. Mystra is power. Not the same kind, but they're both bound in the same way, are they not? ]
Would you say the same of me, I wonder? Without Cazador, there is no Astarion. Is that true, Gale of Waterdeep?
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[ Astarion watches him, expression darker now. This is taking a turn he didn't imagine with his idle prodding at Mystra, but... The book is clutched a little tighter in his hands. There's too much here for him alone to unpick, but the familiarity of it all makes the anger inside of him burn a little brighter. He remembers how it felt, crawling out of his own grave to peer out at the night sky, to see Cazador looming over him, feeling stronger and better at first, but...
Cazador is power. Mystra is power. Not the same kind, but they're both bound in the same way, are they not? ]
Would you say the same of me, I wonder? Without Cazador, there is no Astarion. Is that true, Gale of Waterdeep?