[ He isn't blind to what Nero is insinuating with that look. He is, simply, not inclined to explain that it doesn't make a fucking difference for her to return a hundred years later as he's dying. When she didn't bother to look for him after abandoning him to near-certain death at the Witchers' doorstep—what does that one gesture decades afterwards mean? What is it worth?
Nothing. (Something.)
He studies the flickering flames. ] You chose to stay.
[ Same as he did. He didn't go to Kaer Morhen by choice. He did not stay, at first, by choice. But he never left after all these years. Returned each winter. ]
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[ He isn't blind to what Nero is insinuating with that look. He is, simply, not inclined to explain that it doesn't make a fucking difference for her to return a hundred years later as he's dying. When she didn't bother to look for him after abandoning him to near-certain death at the Witchers' doorstep—what does that one gesture decades afterwards mean? What is it worth?
Nothing. (Something.)
He studies the flickering flames. ] You chose to stay.
[ Same as he did. He didn't go to Kaer Morhen by choice. He did not stay, at first, by choice. But he never left after all these years. Returned each winter. ]