[ It's for the best that the thought is one Mat forgoes — what Astarion remembers of his family, now, are shadows rather than fully-formed memories, tidbits used by his master to mock him, to remind him of to whom his allegiance ought to lie. Granted, the two of them aren't at a stage where Astarion would volunteer any of this information — more likely, he'd gloss over it, happy enough to play at normalcy rather than confronting the truth.
Also, look, the one rule that any heckler knows is that if you ain't first, you're last. ]
What good is an army of suitors if there's only one I want?
[ Is he just being flirtatious, does he really mean any of it — that's for him to know and the player to spend three acts delving through significant trauma Mat to find out. ]
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Also, look, the one rule that any heckler knows is that if you ain't first, you're last. ]
What good is an army of suitors if there's only one I want?
[ Is he just being flirtatious, does he really mean any of it — that's for him to know and
the player to spend three acts delving through significant traumaMat to find out. ]