[ That's a hell of a saying. Geralt wonders who taught it to him. There's a similar sentiment amongst the Witchers.
Could use his sword right not. No Witcher dies in his bed, but he usually has his damn sword in his hand at least. And he never wanted Ciri to be right there with him.
He makes a quiet noise. A week ago. ]
There's time yet.
[ Or maybe there isn't. He doesn't know. Geralt is not exactly weighing the logistics and outcomes. Not now. There is something he means to do, and he will do it or die trying. In the end, that's how he's always been.
All he cares about is Ciri making it. That's the only fucking thing which matters. Truth be known, he doesn't expect he will be there alongside her. ]
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Could use his sword right not. No Witcher dies in his bed, but he usually has his damn sword in his hand at least. And he never wanted Ciri to be right there with him.
He makes a quiet noise. A week ago. ]
There's time yet.
[ Or maybe there isn't. He doesn't know. Geralt is not exactly weighing the logistics and outcomes. Not now. There is something he means to do, and he will do it or die trying. In the end, that's how he's always been.
All he cares about is Ciri making it. That's the only fucking thing which matters. Truth be known, he doesn't expect he will be there alongside her. ]
Will you look after her?