[Astarion gives a soft huff at that last line, turning his hand in Gale's to give a soft squeeze.]
I never doubted that part of it, darling.
[As for the rest, well. What does he want it to mean? He won't deny that he's envied Gale having the warmth and love of a mother whose love never wavered even when he was in the grips of a literal goddess. But that mother will be his mother soon, so there's no need for envy. Only the open-ended question of his own mother, a woman he can't even put a face to, much less a name.
He swallows again, tugging gently at Gale's hands to draw him closer.]
I—don't know. In honesty, I don't know—anything of them. I've lost it all. For centuries the only family I had was—Cazador. And I can't—his shadow sticks to all of it.
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I never doubted that part of it, darling.
[As for the rest, well. What does he want it to mean? He won't deny that he's envied Gale having the warmth and love of a mother whose love never wavered even when he was in the grips of a literal goddess. But that mother will be his mother soon, so there's no need for envy. Only the open-ended question of his own mother, a woman he can't even put a face to, much less a name.
He swallows again, tugging gently at Gale's hands to draw him closer.]
I—don't know. In honesty, I don't know—anything of them. I've lost it all. For centuries the only family I had was—Cazador. And I can't—his shadow sticks to all of it.