shutters and shades

You look upon him, and your heart breaks. For a few precious moments, as the sun was setting, and the Netherbrain lay dying in the waters of the Sword Coast, Astarion had believed that he’d been changed. That the tadpole— now dead, now decaying in the holes in your brain that it wrought— had fixed him. And then the sun, barely touching the Chionthar, had touched him, and—“I was so stupid,” Astarion says, as if finishing your thoughts.—You find Astarion in the ruins of a condemned building, moments after he realizes that the sun can hurt him again.