is as far as he gets at first. He opens his mouth to say something like fair enough, nodding, but then Astarion keeps going and he closes his mouth, still nodding. Okay then, we're doing this.
"It doesn't," he agrees first, because that's an easier thing to answer. He mentally revises his opinion of Astarion slightly as he does; he hadn't entirely figured the vampire for self-aware enough to be able to comment on his need for self-protection. "It doesn't. That doesn't make you a bad guy.
But." He turns to more easily face Astarion, an elbow on the ledge. "If someone says they want space, then that matters more than what you think they need. You might be right in this case. I don't know her well enough to know. But no one gets to decide that for anyone else."
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is as far as he gets at first. He opens his mouth to say something like fair enough, nodding, but then Astarion keeps going and he closes his mouth, still nodding. Okay then, we're doing this.
"It doesn't," he agrees first, because that's an easier thing to answer. He mentally revises his opinion of Astarion slightly as he does; he hadn't entirely figured the vampire for self-aware enough to be able to comment on his need for self-protection. "It doesn't. That doesn't make you a bad guy.
But." He turns to more easily face Astarion, an elbow on the ledge. "If someone says they want space, then that matters more than what you think they need. You might be right in this case. I don't know her well enough to know. But no one gets to decide that for anyone else."