You are a better judge of character than I am. I suppose I was lured by words I wanted to hear, my good sense drowned out by my love for you. Her eyes, though - they were wrong. Red, yes, but not like yours. Not glittering like gems, sweet like summer mulberries.

[He gives Astarion one more tight squeeze; his limbs shake before he finally lets go, his hands remaining on Astarion's arms.]

How long have I been here?