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At the apex of the fight between the party and Cazador's merry band of ghouls and werewolves, Astarion holds the blade with a trembling hand, his pupils retracted so much his eyes look entirely red. This is the moment he has been dreaming of. Cazador on his knees, weak and dirty. His master reduced to dust. He can't stop a wicked tear.
Then he begs.
He begs Tav, again and again, every plea louder and angrier than the other.
Tav holds her ground. She will not let Astarion become the monster who tortured him. She will not burn 7007 souls just to watch Astarion be stripped of his. She knows the man enough to see him drunk on the illusion of power.
When Astarion understands, he swiftly slashes Cazador's neck and grips his hair to rip his head away, sending it rolling.
Then
he turns.
And charges.
Towards Tav.A year after the defeat of the Netherbrain, Tav thought that this would be her last memory of him. Until unrecognizable bodies start littering the streets of the city they worked so hard to rebuild. Charged with the case, she learns she has to work with an organization associated with the victims. The negotiator they sent proves to be none other than a silver haired vampire.