Truthfully? I assume that whatever I say is nothing in comparison to your own thoughts, and whatever I say on the matter is something you've had run through your mind fifty times at least so far.

[Alucard leans his head back, closing his eyes to at least give Astarion the illusion of privacy. Whatever his thoughts are, even as they turn to sewers, they're not pleasant. He knows that much.]

I think two things: that you're grieving something that held meaning and if I say anything you suspect brushes against pity, you'll have my throat out.

[The pity part is something Alucard recalls when Astarion first showed up in Abraxas, defenses raised all too high and in a way that smacked of...well. Never mind who it reminded him of. That person's not going to be showing up in Abraxas now. And if he did, or if Sypha returned, how would they react to any of it?

That's not an Alucard problem.]