The sympathy feels like a blade in his heart. Astarion has to force himself
not to dig his nails into Jacob's skin, instead continuing to steadily rub
and knead.
"...No. But perhaps I could be. When I'm - drunk on power. When I'm
certain the world owes me whatever I want to take from it."
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The sympathy feels like a blade in his heart. Astarion has to force himself not to dig his nails into Jacob's skin, instead continuing to steadily rub and knead.
"...No. But perhaps I could be. When I'm - drunk on power. When I'm certain the world owes me whatever I want to take from it."