He knows he's after reassurance, but there are ways in which he tries not to indulge it too often; nevermind that he simply refuses to compare anything of his world and name it inferior.

"It ever was. The crown jewel of the star, from which we oversaw the world itself. Studied it, nurtured it-- loved it."

Little wonder that he has missed it so, when it is a place like this. Immaculate, gleaming, peaceful... though these things may not be so much to Astarion's taste as they are to Emet-Selch's.