[ Astarion lets him free, not quite wanting to let go of the crunching sinew, but he manages it, kneeling in front of him as this man hurts himself. He's enjoying it until he isn't, something flickering in his mind that makes his head hurt in a spike of pain. His hand holding the cup wavers, but he doesn't spill it, fingers knuckles white around the crystal glass.
No, he can't chase the thought. He grimaces and focused on the man in front of him ]
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No, he can't chase the thought. He grimaces and focused on the man in front of him ]
Get on with it already!