[ The same thought crosses Geralt's mind when he opens his mouth to reply. It makes the words die on his tongue.
Too damn complicated. He isn't thinking about it, either. He's here, with her, and he's made the decision in that dungeon that whatever the case, whatever complication arises from the world or between them or both, he's what she has now. In this place. He won't abandon her again. ]
Easy enough. [ The Singularity, her powers, all of it. It can wait. It'll have to wait to be sorted. He will get the swords, the horses. They'll start there.
There and one more thing. Something he's not had the chance to bring up with all that's gone on. His head tilts, like he's listening to something nearby—and then he's turning into a quieter alleyway just up ahead. Private enough. ]
I need to know. [ He leans back against the brick wall. ] The other prisoners. Did they tell you about the Horizon?
no subject
Too damn complicated. He isn't thinking about it, either. He's here, with her, and he's made the decision in that dungeon that whatever the case, whatever complication arises from the world or between them or both, he's what she has now. In this place. He won't abandon her again. ]
Easy enough. [ The Singularity, her powers, all of it. It can wait. It'll have to wait to be sorted. He will get the swords, the horses. They'll start there.
There and one more thing. Something he's not had the chance to bring up with all that's gone on. His head tilts, like he's listening to something nearby—and then he's turning into a quieter alleyway just up ahead. Private enough. ]
I need to know. [ He leans back against the brick wall. ] The other prisoners. Did they tell you about the Horizon?