[ Alucard's reaction to the beer is of no surprise. Prissy sonofabitch had rearranged both his kitchen and his stew back there. Too bad. Shit beer is all Geralt can afford at the moment until he gets his hands on some gear and a hunt. ]
Mm. [ Let him rephrase. ] You won't last long in this world, jumping at every human shadow.
[ Geralt is no stranger to desires of isolation. So many days, weeks, (decades), where he wanted nothing to do with people. With the humans that tore his kind apart. His kind that he'd never even asked to be a part of in the first place. But it doesn't matter, because people will always be here. Walking the earth. Finding you, even if you've sworn they never would.
He doesn't know, exactly, why Alucard fears the world. Frankly, he doesn't want to know. He recognizes it, that's all: that sense that every set of eyes on you wish nothing more than to see you dead. ]
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Mm. [ Let him rephrase. ] You won't last long in this world, jumping at every human shadow.
[ Geralt is no stranger to desires of isolation. So many days, weeks, (decades), where he wanted nothing to do with people. With the humans that tore his kind apart. His kind that he'd never even asked to be a part of in the first place. But it doesn't matter, because people will always be here. Walking the earth. Finding you, even if you've sworn they never would.
He doesn't know, exactly, why Alucard fears the world. Frankly, he doesn't want to know. He recognizes it, that's all: that sense that every set of eyes on you wish nothing more than to see you dead. ]