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Nero. ([personal profile] ofthesword) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2023-03-10 08:33 am (UTC)

I'm not talkin' about that.

[It's more -- it's more Geralt talking out loud what they're both thinking. The wounds getting deeper. The twisting vines, squeezing muscles and organs. Hallucinations. Fevers. Thirst, hunger. Sickness. The rotting of the bodies around them, already evacuated by souls. It's all compounding, getting worse every day. Every second, when another bites the dust.

He runs his nails through his hair, tipping his head back. Nero's tail lashes at the tip, thumping against the ground.

If he says yes, he will, it almost feels like it'll make something happen. Stupid. He's not superstitious. He hasn't believed in anything... in a long-ass time. Just himself. The few people he trusts.

There's no need to doubt yourself, Nero. Nero swallows heavily. Sorry, Kyrie.]


I figured you would. [But, he thinks, maybe yours actually gave a damn. Maybe he didn't mean to leave. He hopes so. Geralt should've had that, at least, even if memories alone are useless.

He wouldn't put anyone else through the shit he went through.]
Friend said they knew where we were. That they're coming. So when they do, you go first. Get out of here. With Ciri.

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