[ It does smell nice, which Geralt is not surprised by given the stew Alucard had presented him even without his memories intact. There's a small pause as he looks at Alucard when the subject of his mother comes up. Of mothers in general. He's realized, knowing Alucard's age, that the death of his parents can't have been long ago. Not when he speaks of being raised by them as though they've been part of his life awhile.
He places some of the fish and bread on a plate. Slides it over. ]
Mine didn't. [ Raise him like that, he means. Or raise him at all. He was raised here, in this hall, in those locked barracks that would've normally been on the other side. Where food was both scrapped over and shared in equal parts. Just depended on the day and the mood. ]
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He places some of the fish and bread on a plate. Slides it over. ]
Mine didn't. [ Raise him like that, he means. Or raise him at all. He was raised here, in this hall, in those locked barracks that would've normally been on the other side. Where food was both scrapped over and shared in equal parts. Just depended on the day and the mood. ]