[They were talking about that, weren't they? Astarion lets his hand trail down to Gale's chest, his palm pressing lightly over his heart, the orb.]

It hasn't quite grown to a fear yet, only an unease. A discomfort.

[He pauses, looking down at his hand to gather his thoughts.]

What if I kill him, take his power, and nothing changes? What if I still don't know how to give you what I want to give you?