[It's a long moment before Astarion's focus finds its way back to Gale, his panicked breaths drawing to a rather abrupt halt as he does. He tastes bile at the back of his throat, a sour unpleasantness brought on by the realization that he's lost himself again. That he went somewhere else when all Gale has been doing is trying to help. He meets Gale's gaze, searching those soft, brown eyes a moment before he looks away in shame.]
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Hardly a loss—they never came to find me.