You stand by yourself as you rethink your plan. Ever since Astarion ascended he has been awful. Complete power-hungry. He seemed to have let it get to his head. Continuing what Cazador was. You hated that you let him become this. So, you decide to try and stop it…even if it wasnt an ideal way of doing it. In the halls, you take a long sip of the potion you had made, before going to find him. You walk into the lavish bedchamber you and Astarion shared. You see him standing near the fireplace, sipping a glass of wine. “Hello, my treasure.” He says, giving you that smile.