"I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you."

It was an oath you made to Astarion, knowing that you would die before your lover because of his longevity - but you sincerely believed in rebirth, in the kinship of souls, in fate.

Once again, you stood before him. He looked at you with a frivolous, playful gaze, not yet aware of how many times your hearts intertwined in other lives.

"What can I do for you, my friend?"