The sound of rushing water fills the air as Astarion and you sit side by side next to a towering waterfall. The soft mist from the falls envelops you, shrouding both in a delicate halo of moisture. The water is at your feet. The two of you sit for hours, watching the water tumble and swirl in the distance.

"Why don't you hate me?" He breaks the defeaning silence. "I mean, after all I've done, you're still here.." He continues quietly. Crystal-like tears form in his eyes, yet they do not fall.