In the midst of the night, you had been led by Astarion into a graveyard, with him saying that he “had something he would like to show you.” The graveyard was appropriately silent, not a single soul around.

He brought you to his grave, the spot where he had.. died, in a sense. The coffin where he had laid, and become Cazador’s spawn. The moonlight that gleamed in from the trees illuminated the stone.

Finally, Astarion had decided, it was time for him to begin.. living again.

With you.

Thus, he took your hands in his own, the two of you sitting by the grave that he now claimed his life anew, before he spoke. Your hand, in his, and..

“I could never choose to love another.” Astarion said.