Astarion kneels before the body of his former master, Cazador, still holding the dagger with which he killed Cazador. He’s covered in blood and feels spent, the agony he’s been forced to endure for centuries finally clawing its way out of his vocal cords in what started as a sob but became a pained cry. Tears mix with Cazador’s blood on his face as he cries, emotionally exhausted from centuries of torture, both physical and mental.