[ His expression flickers. He doesn't know if she's saying it because he happens to be here in this moment or if it's because he isn't them. Family. He's someone she does not need to concern herself over when it comes to burden and weight.
He understands that. He only ever spoke of Yennefer's death—what he believed to be at the time—with one person. Nivellen. A friend, sure. But still a man he had not seen in 13 winters. The distance makes a difference.
For him, too. ]
I used to think, after the tenth, twentieth, more, it would become easier. [ Each one feels freshly torn away. ] It never does.
[ So here they are. Struggling to heal the same wound over and over. And it does heal, but as certain as there's another monster, there will be another loss. ]
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He understands that. He only ever spoke of Yennefer's death—what he believed to be at the time—with one person. Nivellen. A friend, sure. But still a man he had not seen in 13 winters. The distance makes a difference.
For him, too. ]
I used to think, after the tenth, twentieth, more, it would become easier. [ Each one feels freshly torn away. ] It never does.
[ So here they are. Struggling to heal the same wound over and over. And it does heal, but as certain as there's another monster, there will be another loss. ]