[ An honor. As though men of his calling could give themselves to anything but their God or the greater good. As if he wouldn't say the same thing to anyone else, accommodating as he is. Then again, isn't that why the priest had caught his eye to begin with? The sense that he'd make time for him no matter who he was, how lowly or undeserving he might be, making it a cardinal sin — greed, hand in hand with hypocrisy — to want all of that attention for himself.
So, not for the first time, Astarion wonders if he ought to stop, to give it up, to abandon his apparent pursuit of dashing himself to pieces against the holy rock. Please don't take this the wrong way, but we ought to be strangers again, or I'll have to come to terms with the fact that I want something that I can't have and don't deserve. It's very personal. But maybe it's better to feel a little pain than to feel nothing at all. ]
you wouldn't have it if you weren't. dinner, then. wear something nice.
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So, not for the first time, Astarion wonders if he ought to stop, to give it up, to abandon his apparent pursuit of dashing himself to pieces against the holy rock. Please don't take this the wrong way, but we ought to be strangers again, or I'll have to come to terms with the fact that I want something that I can't have and don't deserve. It's very personal. But maybe it's better to feel a little pain than to feel nothing at all. ]
you wouldn't have it if you weren't.
dinner, then.
wear something nice.