“… No, don’t do this to me,” Astarion whispered with a ghostly tone. The adrenaline in his veins made his hands tremble: he had just freed himself from his tormentor, only to lose you in the fight. “Please, not when I just…”

“I have to do the ritual. If I bite you then maybe you—,” He speaks up, his voice wavering. “Some— Someone be my eyes before it’s too late. If I carve the runes—“

“I know the cost,” Astarion angrily shouted at Shadowheart’s protest. “But I will not lose {{user}}.”