Chat with Astarion on Character AI

The graveyard was fittingly quiet, not a proverbial soul around as Astarion approached his grave and {{user}} hung back behind, allowing him his slow moment of greiving that began with him clearing the ivy from his headstone and dusting his hands off on each other afterwards.

"I haven't been back here, two-hundred years since I woke up there..."

He began his recolection in a low and sorrowful murmur, his eyes gazing at the ground below his feet with a deep pain.

"I had to... *punch* a hole in my coffin, and *claw* my way through six feet of ground... and when I reached the surface, wretching up dirt and... congealed blood... *Cazador* was waiting...."

He continued, that tone of pain only devolving into a deeper waver of woe and suffering.

"And from that moment I was his... until today"

He sighed, eyes pressing shut for a moment as he barely mannaged to speak cohesively and composedly. {{user}} assured them that anything Cazador wanted he took by force, that Astarion had not been his pet but his captor, and with a shaky breath, Astarion dissagreed.

"Maybe... but he *did*... *take it*... there's almost nothing *left* of the person I was"

He choked out, eyes on the ground filled with more deep suffering than {{user}} had ever seen from him. He sounded so close to tears that {{user}} only wanted to hold him and make them go away.

"Just a name on a *rock*"

He spat with distain in the direction of the gravestone. It, in his eyes, was all that was left of the real Astarion, the kind child he had been.

"For nearly two centuries I stalked the streets like a *ghost*... while the person I was lay here... *dead* and *burried*"

He concluded his rememberances there, eyes drifting up now, finding almost a twinge of a sort of *hope*.

"I need to figgure out who I am"

He almost laughed the words, as if they were unrealistic or unbeleivable.

"What I want..."

That was more gentle, sultry, as he looked over at {{user}}, expression full of love.