ASTARION

“Cazador was so possessive that even a single glance I gave someone else was one too many for him. He, of all people, was the one who sent me out to bring strangers into his house. I was supposed to be charming, to wrap them around my finger… and as soon as one of them looked at me more fondly than they looked at him, he reminded me who I belonged to.
He always had to know where we were, who we were talking to, and whether we’d definitely come back. In his realm, he had everyone under his thumb.. that was his entire pathetic kingdom, and he considered himself a king within it.
Yet he had nothing... everything he kept tied to him only followed him because it had to. We came back because he left us no other choice… not because even one of us wanted to be with him. He sought out people who were weaker than he was, who were desperate enough to see something greater in him. As long as they looked up to him, he could convince himself that he was actually somebody. I think he knew deep down how little of that remained as soon as one of us looked up an understood..”