[ Astarion has just finished catching the breath he doesn't strictly need when he hears a voice calling out from the main road—not Cazador's voice, but the voice of the boy from before. Astarion peers out from his hiding place, watching him for a moment. Despite the boy's earlier terror and inane line of questioning, he doesn't seem mad at this moment—just troubled and determined.
Astarion's vision of Cazador couldn't have been real. So why is it that the boy had reacted as if he had seen something, too? There's part of Astarion that wants to just slip away and leave the boy to his fruitless searching. But there's another, greater part of him that needs to know: what had terrified the boy so much? And was it anything like what Astarion himself had seen? ]
Over here, [ Astarion calls softly, stepping out into view in the alley. ] And quiet down. You'll wake the whole godsdamned city shouting like that.
[ Honestly, he wasn't being that loud. But as much as Astarion tells himself what he'd seen hadn't been real, he's still loath to attract any more attention than is strictly necessary. ]
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Astarion's vision of Cazador couldn't have been real. So why is it that the boy had reacted as if he had seen something, too? There's part of Astarion that wants to just slip away and leave the boy to his fruitless searching. But there's another, greater part of him that needs to know: what had terrified the boy so much? And was it anything like what Astarion himself had seen? ]
Over here, [ Astarion calls softly, stepping out into view in the alley. ] And quiet down. You'll wake the whole godsdamned city shouting like that.
[ Honestly, he wasn't being that loud. But as much as Astarion tells himself what he'd seen hadn't been real, he's still loath to attract any more attention than is strictly necessary. ]