[ The predictable answer is the reason he asked. He gives a faint huff. It's the sort of bullshit he needs—a familiar back and forth that he hasn't had in too damn long. He's starting to catch on Dean didn't really ask him here to talk about anything, and though he doesn't mention it, the implication isn't lost on him. One he chooses not to linger over. Nor does he put it aside. It simply is. A comfortable understanding. ]
Would hate my ego to outpace yours.
[ There's a stiffness to the way he perches, as if he's favouring a side; his left hand down to the elbow is wrapped and bloody. This is not the first time he's carried his injuries into the Horizon. Some of it is subconscious; the rest is because there's only one thing worse than any amount of pain: the full weight of it crushing you at once after a too-brief respite.
He prefers to endure. Reality awaits no matter what. ]
We haven't lost anybody. [ It feels important to say. Not only for Castiel, but fuck if it's no small miracle they're all breathing. Their people, at least. The others—mm. Geralt has his priorities, and only so much room for regrets. ] I assume they're granting you a boat or two.
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Would hate my ego to outpace yours.
[ There's a stiffness to the way he perches, as if he's favouring a side; his left hand down to the elbow is wrapped and bloody. This is not the first time he's carried his injuries into the Horizon. Some of it is subconscious; the rest is because there's only one thing worse than any amount of pain: the full weight of it crushing you at once after a too-brief respite.
He prefers to endure. Reality awaits no matter what. ]
We haven't lost anybody. [ It feels important to say. Not only for Castiel, but fuck if it's no small miracle they're all breathing. Their people, at least. The others—mm. Geralt has his priorities, and only so much room for regrets. ] I assume they're granting you a boat or two.