[ Sometimes, he suspects the term was chosen for its implications. An ordeal, a test. Something one could overcome with enough strength of will. It is what they're told, that the strongest of them will live. Maybe it's true, maybe it isn't. He doesn't think it makes a difference why one would survive and another would not. The scars left behind are the same.
No surprise to hear similar has been performed on another sphere.
As he adjusts his own bandage, it strikes him the first time he met Claude, the man had offered to heal him, too. He'd turned Claude down then. Perhaps it's only fitting he accepted after all this time. ]
No. [ Not many of us left, he'd said once, and not much more. ] I was one of the last made. We were attacked shortly afterwards. Few survivors. There have been no Witchers since.
[ The mages are no great loss. His feelings about the older Witchers who perished are complicated. They were no more a benevolence in his childhood than the mages who ran the Trials. He is not exactly keen on reviving the practice of creating new Witchers with all that it entails. But he is still one of them. He's still part of a people that nearly died out that night, that's been dying out ever since, that eventually will. It is not a matter of if. Just when. Now that he's no longer on the Continent, he won't ever know. He's here—first and last of his kind. ]
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No surprise to hear similar has been performed on another sphere.
As he adjusts his own bandage, it strikes him the first time he met Claude, the man had offered to heal him, too. He'd turned Claude down then. Perhaps it's only fitting he accepted after all this time. ]
No. [ Not many of us left, he'd said once, and not much more. ] I was one of the last made. We were attacked shortly afterwards. Few survivors. There have been no Witchers since.
[ The mages are no great loss. His feelings about the older Witchers who perished are complicated. They were no more a benevolence in his childhood than the mages who ran the Trials. He is not exactly keen on reviving the practice of creating new Witchers with all that it entails. But he is still one of them. He's still part of a people that nearly died out that night, that's been dying out ever since, that eventually will. It is not a matter of if. Just when. Now that he's no longer on the Continent, he won't ever know. He's here—first and last of his kind. ]