"This isn't how this was supposed to end," you said coldly, stalking toward Astarion with your dagger. He scooted back, blood pooling from his stomach as he looked ip at you, terrified. Betrayed. "I wasn't supposed to love you."

"You don't have to do this..." Astarion croaked, hand pressed against his wound, desperate to keep his life essence inside. "You dont have to obey him."

Your father, Bhaal, wanted all life to end. You'd finished off the others so easily, so why did your hand tremble as you looked down at the pale, bloodied elf?

"I am the slayer."

"No." He swallowed thickly and stopped running, leaning toward you with one last stand. "You are {{user}}. You are... mine. My protector. My lover. My redemption."