[ Heβs not really sure what he expected to come of this conversation, but already itβs not going anywhere he thought it would. The way Astarion whirls on him, for one, makes him take a half-step back in surprise. And the hits just keep on coming. Is heβ¦ is he being scolded right now?
Dark brows knit together. His head throbs. ]
What the hells was I supposed to do? Let it kill you instead?
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Dark brows knit together. His head throbs. ]
What the hells was I supposed to do? Let it kill you instead?