[ A quiet laugh greets that sentiment. ] That wall in Nenneke's office—it wasn't the only thing I broke.
[ He is different. Not only from when he was a boy, but from a decade, two decades, ago. If there's one thing a long life has taught him, it's that one does not stop changing. Vesemir is not exactly the same man Geralt me as a child, nor quite the man he grew up with.
Julie, he thinks, isn't the same woman he met over a year ago, either.
He places his hand on her waist. A gentle breeze drifts through the windows. ]
So am I.
[ He's glad he could show her, too. It feels right. Better. To finally have a place that he's certain won't unravel upon him at any moment. ]
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[ He is different. Not only from when he was a boy, but from a decade, two decades, ago. If there's one thing a long life has taught him, it's that one does not stop changing. Vesemir is not exactly the same man Geralt me as a child, nor quite the man he grew up with.
Julie, he thinks, isn't the same woman he met over a year ago, either.
He places his hand on her waist. A gentle breeze drifts through the windows. ]
So am I.
[ He's glad he could show her, too. It feels right. Better. To finally have a place that he's certain won't unravel upon him at any moment. ]