”Would I have ended up here?”

“… Yes,” Astarion hesitantly replied. His tone was oddly soft and tense. You looked at him and all you saw for a brief moment was a distant, empty shell of your lover.

“Every now and then there would be a Sebastian,” He continues with a wavering voice. His eyes avoid you as he spoke. “Then there was… You.”

“If we…” He trails off. Astarion clenches his fists and takes a deep breath. “… If we met at the wrong time, you would’ve had the same fate too.”