[ Inside is safer from the cold, with torches and a hearth that both lights and warms. The chill still creeps in, though, through cracks and gaps in the worn structure. A handful of benches and tables are inside, a hollowness to the way it seems to be permanently waiting for those that will never arrive.
He's listening, even if it might be hard to tell that he is. Geralt swings his legs over one of the benches—peers up at her with a noncommittal hum. A faint flicker of surprise crosses his face. First he's heard of it: someone saying outright that breaking the tether would be detrimental. It's a question that's been on his mind, given those who want the a Singularity torn down. If it goes—do they all go with it? Now that they're connected?
He considers for a moment more; if the silence is growing beyond what might be considered socially acceptable, Geralt doesn't pay much mind.
When he finally speaks, the question is blunt, but not unkind. Less callous; more a sense that he just doesn't have an inclination for delicate phrasing. ] What happened to you? When they took you?
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He's listening, even if it might be hard to tell that he is. Geralt swings his legs over one of the benches—peers up at her with a noncommittal hum. A faint flicker of surprise crosses his face. First he's heard of it: someone saying outright that breaking the tether would be detrimental. It's a question that's been on his mind, given those who want the a Singularity torn down. If it goes—do they all go with it? Now that they're connected?
He considers for a moment more; if the silence is growing beyond what might be considered socially acceptable, Geralt doesn't pay much mind.
When he finally speaks, the question is blunt, but not unkind. Less callous; more a sense that he just doesn't have an inclination for delicate phrasing. ] What happened to you? When they took you?