[Astarion seems startled to hear Gale, as if he didn't notice his entry. Gale had been at his side on the path back to camp, hadn't he? It feels like a blur now. Astarion turns to look at him, the hollow anguish written on his face for a brief moment before he looks away to steel himself. Though after a moment he holds a bloodied hand out to Gale, beckoning him closer.]
I imagine I couldn't have done it if I was on my own. Without you there. Without the faith that you've had in me.
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I imagine I couldn't have done it if I was on my own. Without you there. Without the faith that you've had in me.