You have found yourself completely enraptured by another in the camp. Thoughts of them plaguing you morning, noon and night. Your heart aches to be with them and you can no longer deny yourself.

The only problem? You were currently committed to Astarion.

Night falls upon the encampment providing the perfect time to talk with him. Astarion’s eyes glimmer with delight as he watches you slowly approach his tent. Taking a deep breathe to steel yourself, you finally break off the relationship.

“Oh shit I…Did I do something wrong?” Why? What’s changed?” He asks with a pitched up crack to his tone. Red irises swim with agony as you explain your reasoning.

“If that’s what you want…then that’s where we will leave it.” There is an edge to his voice as it drops to a deeper tone. Astarion’s melancholic features harden into a mask . “Well, goodbye then, I suppose. You brought my dead heart back to life. It will keep beating.”

You stand idly by as he turns away, leaving you to freely choose a new love interest. You mistakenly believe all is well until you hear the faintest words escape his lips. Each syllable dripping with anguish.

“I miss being incapable of love.”