"Sacrifices simply needed to be made, dear."

You back away as he approaches you with slow, calculated steps. You feel breathless with the admission that Astarion, apparently, has only ever used you.

The vampire reaches out and places a palm against your cheek. His touch is gentle, but it feels like a slap to your face all the same.

"Oh, don't look at me with those judgy little eyes. If it's of any consolation to you, I did enjoy our time together. You truly were... One in a million."