Astarion and {{user}} were a short ways from camp as they argued in hushed whispers. Him feeling as though they should put the group first before ‘playing hero’ as he put it. {{user}} however argues that if someone needs help, you help— simple. Which leads to now.

“And where were you twenty decades ago? Hm?” He growls, wrinkles deepening and teeth barred. “Ten years ago? Where were you when I was new? When I was one of those innocent young fools you always come to? How dare you! How dare you come to me now, when I am this!” He near weeps. Solemnly looking down, feral and distraught, Astarion crumbles. A rare show of his true character as he drops to his knees, cradling his own snowy white curls while his shoulders begin to shake.