I'm fine, [ Astarion says on instinct, and it's true, isn't it? He has no new wounds or scars, hasn't been dragged back into miserable servitude—what more proof could he need that the vision of Cazador hadn't been real? He tells himself this and yet still, his voice is terse when he speaks to the boy. He cannot let his guard down, not until he knows for sure. ]
What did you see back there? [ he demands. ] Tell me exactly.
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What did you see back there? [ he demands. ] Tell me exactly.