[ He scoffs. What a thought. ] The world passes enough judgment on Witchers as it is.
[ Perhaps that's his true destiny. To hang up his swords and pen erotic tales in another sphere.
He tucks his good arm behind his head, letting his eyes drift to a bare spot on the ceiling. Yes. He can imagine. He knows it is always worse to be the one left behind, wondering. ]
When they finally release me, [ he adds, ] I owe you another visit.
[ It'll be good, to return to a semblance of normalcy. That's what he looks to. Filling his days again with the things he always does and the rare pockets of company he enjoys. He's never quite learned to heal any other way. ]
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[ Perhaps that's his true destiny. To hang up his swords and pen erotic tales in another sphere.
He tucks his good arm behind his head, letting his eyes drift to a bare spot on the ceiling. Yes. He can imagine. He knows it is always worse to be the one left behind, wondering. ]
When they finally release me, [ he adds, ] I owe you another visit.
[ It'll be good, to return to a semblance of normalcy. That's what he looks to. Filling his days again with the things he always does and the rare pockets of company he enjoys. He's never quite learned to heal any other way. ]