[Astarion can't reply except with a whimpering cry. He clings to Gale, the weight of everything that's come to pass too much for him to hold to on his own. It's all overwhelming, too much all at once. Gale is the only thing that keeps him anchored, that grounds him. He tries to swallow against the tears, to find his voice again, but the sound he makes is another shaking sob.]
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