[There, at least, is an utterly sobering truth: the sort Astarion can understand, given that for all his open-mouthed teasing, he's only confessed the depth of his true nature to a handful of people at best— and that percentage drops even more sharply in the case of anyone native to this world.
Self-preservation, realistic perceptions. It's his language, really. How can he blame Thranduil for it, when all he's done is the exact same thing?]
...well. [He starts, quiet in that tellingly contemplative docility of his.] I wouldn't have thought you were mad.
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Self-preservation, realistic perceptions. It's his language, really. How can he blame Thranduil for it, when all he's done is the exact same thing?]
...well. [He starts, quiet in that tellingly contemplative docility of his.] I wouldn't have thought you were mad.
[For the record, at least.]