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[sixfeetofdirt]

Careful; I bite.

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[sixfeetofdirt]

"I thought so too," Astarion says briskly. "Unfortunately, burning him right out of my city is also going to mean killing my 'siblings'. The others he's turned. I don't relish the idea, but - needs must."

[ravenswrath]

"Needs must," he agrees. Get rid of them all. If there's anyone who understands scorched earth, it's Corvo.

"Does that make it better? That you don't want to?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Oh, I don't think so. Maybe I'm supposed to just go scuttling back into the shadows again, or - find some perfect third option where only the wicked need suffer."

He's rolling his eyes even as he says it.

[ravenswrath]

"There is no world, no peace, without sacrifices," he mutters. "And if they won't do it themselves, then - perhaps this is better."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Precisely. And frankly, I'm a little sick of being the one on the altar," Astarion says, sourly.

[ravenswrath]

"Well, my friend, for what little my opinion is worth, you're not wrong." He gestures around them. "It's simple to judge our choices when they aren't the ones who have lived the reasons."