[ There's a flicker of something on his face at that. Certainly not pity, and not really truly sympathy, either. Like some part of him wants to be sympathetic. But mostly, it's just the murmur of a passing memory, of the ghosts that haunt him, and the puppet he had been made to be, for a far crueler master. ]
So I've heard.
[ Szass Tam...the apothecary whose house they looted sure hated that guy. Don't worry, Xenk, they put that guy's stuff to good use! (dubious).
Surprisingly, though, Astarion does not pull away when Xenk says that. Maybe he just wants to be a little contrary. ]
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So I've heard.
[ Szass Tam...the apothecary whose house they looted sure hated that guy. Don't worry, Xenk, they put that guy's stuff to good use! (dubious).
Surprisingly, though, Astarion does not pull away when Xenk says that. Maybe he just wants to be a little contrary. ]
Of course it is. That's the kind of monster I am.