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“You’re the one who killed me,” she says.
For one pounding moment, he wants to flee. He thinks she is saying this to punish him, to remind him of the worst failing in a long line of failures. He wants to bury himself back in a dank crypt, where no one will ever find him, no one will even bother to look. But her hands squeeze on either side of his face, and the tone of her voice filters through. You’re the one who killed me, not an admonishment, not a rebuke, but… a blessing? There’s awe there, like her death is a gift he had given her, like bringing her back afterwards was secondary to the act of draining it from her in the first place. He thinks wildly back to the way he had felt that she was granting something to the loathsome priest, but she had never allowed the priest to gain anything she had not put forth freely. No fear, no real pleasure even because,
He was the one who killed her.
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Astarion and Tav and their relationship to pain and death, based off the scene with Abdirak in the Goblin camp, and Astarion draining Tav.