[ Deep down, some part of him is aware he spent those weeks avoiding contact—her, Sam. Everybody. He spoke to Jaskier only to confirm Rinwell returned safe. Beyond that, his sole communication was with the few who reached out to him first. Wanting proof of life, as they called it. He still doesn't know one of his messages unintentionally went to Nadine. She never answered it to tell him. Or her reply was lost into the air.
Though fuck if he even recalls sending it now, never mind who it was meant for.
It's complicated to explain. Probably, Julie is the only one he'd try for.
It does sound fairly mad. Not in the sense that he doesn't believe her. Just. A lot of information Geralt was not privy to while the pit was in disarray over fucking shrines and monsters and folk bleeding from their pores.
He stares at her for a moment, then rubs his temple with his free hand. Fuck. ] I don't care if I hallucinated some bullshit. This—it was different.
[ He just knows. It feels as though they opened a door that should not have been. As with the summonings. As with forcing the first of them to enter the Horizon. He's tired of people using him to fuck about when he didn't ask for it. ]
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Though fuck if he even recalls sending it now, never mind who it was meant for.
It's complicated to explain. Probably, Julie is the only one he'd try for.
It does sound fairly mad. Not in the sense that he doesn't believe her. Just. A lot of information Geralt was not privy to while the pit was in disarray over fucking shrines and monsters and folk bleeding from their pores.
He stares at her for a moment, then rubs his temple with his free hand. Fuck. ] I don't care if I hallucinated some bullshit. This—it was different.
[ He just knows. It feels as though they opened a door that should not have been. As with the summonings. As with forcing the first of them to enter the Horizon. He's tired of people using him to fuck about when he didn't ask for it. ]