[ No. She will not. He's spent this time amidst the fray trying to accept it, and he does, but it isn't easy. They've been apart for a year, and in that time, he'd managed to tell himself that their paths have diverged for good. That this would be for the best, because it would also mean the wish has little to do with what remains between them. But then she was here, and now he doesn't want to walk away. Not when so much feels unfinished between them. (Not when Cirilla has implied they are still there, still part of each other's lives somehow a decade down the road.)
Her fingers are soft around his hand. It stings more than if she'd stepped away. Than if she'd pretended not to care, pretended her decision was not about magic or what needs to be done, but because she simply has no desire to be anywhere close to him. Anger is so much easier for him to bear than this wave of loss spilling into the air between them. This is not the same as when they part on the road, where he leaves knowing he can ride back to her. There is no riding back. He doesn't even know how long it'll be. Months? Years? Will their connection to the Horizon still hold after Thorne regains control? (What if he never sees her again?) A searing desperation for more time seizes him out of nowhere. Time has always spun into the horizon for them, stretching towards places that don't matter because they're filled with an abundance of it. Isn't it fucking fitting that he suddenly finds himself with too little of it.
For a moment, he only peers down at her. He doesn't answer, but his gaze says that he will. Of course he'll look after Ciri. But it's Yennefer he's thinking about right now. He isn't only leaving her; he's leaving her with no one. Not a friendly face he can think of to direct her towards. Not amongst those who've made known their intentions to stay. Their staunch refusal to leave the High Mage undefended tells him everything. ]
There's a place. [ He pauses, uncertain if she's heard of it by now or not. She's yet to be inside the Horizon, that much he knows. He can only hope their tether won't be severed through the portals. ] Have someone take you there. You can find me.
[ If she wants. If she needs him, he'll be there. He won't let her go without making this known—that she isn't alone, even if it feels too much like that's exactly how he's leaving her. ]
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Her fingers are soft around his hand. It stings more than if she'd stepped away. Than if she'd pretended not to care, pretended her decision was not about magic or what needs to be done, but because she simply has no desire to be anywhere close to him. Anger is so much easier for him to bear than this wave of loss spilling into the air between them. This is not the same as when they part on the road, where he leaves knowing he can ride back to her. There is no riding back. He doesn't even know how long it'll be. Months? Years? Will their connection to the Horizon still hold after Thorne regains control? (What if he never sees her again?) A searing desperation for more time seizes him out of nowhere. Time has always spun into the horizon for them, stretching towards places that don't matter because they're filled with an abundance of it. Isn't it fucking fitting that he suddenly finds himself with too little of it.
For a moment, he only peers down at her. He doesn't answer, but his gaze says that he will. Of course he'll look after Ciri. But it's Yennefer he's thinking about right now. He isn't only leaving her; he's leaving her with no one. Not a friendly face he can think of to direct her towards. Not amongst those who've made known their intentions to stay. Their staunch refusal to leave the High Mage undefended tells him everything. ]
There's a place. [ He pauses, uncertain if she's heard of it by now or not. She's yet to be inside the Horizon, that much he knows. He can only hope their tether won't be severed through the portals. ] Have someone take you there. You can find me.
[ If she wants. If she needs him, he'll be there. He won't let her go without making this known—that she isn't alone, even if it feels too much like that's exactly how he's leaving her. ]