[ A nod—accepting the expected answer. He imagines it's not the first time Castiel has pieced himself together; it isn't Geralt's, either, and though it never gets easier, over time it becomes embedded in the path you walk. Something you're bound to traverse sooner or later, like a river, a mountain pass.
And the longer your life spans, the more often you come across it.
Finally, he veers towards the topic sinking through the air between them. ] You?
[ It would be inaccurate to claim he cares, but nor is it true to say that he doesn't. Maybe it's the uneven footing of her thoughts he can sense, something he seldom sees—if ever—which pulls the question from him. Or perhaps it isn't anything that can be put into words. He asks because he asks, and that's all there is to it. He knows it must be...how would you even anticipate it? To find yourself outliving the person who once outlived you? ]
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And the longer your life spans, the more often you come across it.
Finally, he veers towards the topic sinking through the air between them. ] You?
[ It would be inaccurate to claim he cares, but nor is it true to say that he doesn't. Maybe it's the uneven footing of her thoughts he can sense, something he seldom sees—if ever—which pulls the question from him. Or perhaps it isn't anything that can be put into words. He asks because he asks, and that's all there is to it. He knows it must be...how would you even anticipate it? To find yourself outliving the person who once outlived you? ]