[ It is, Geralt has realized some time ago, a confession that's been a long time coming. He can't say what it is about him in particular that's made Alucard seek him out as the person to confess to. Maybe it's as simple as the vampire having held onto it for as long as he could, and Geralt just happens to be the person here, in this moment.
Either way, he doesn't react for a long while. His eyes are fixed on Alucard while Alucard looks everywhere else, sharp and examining.
Geralt holds no real concept of familial loyalty to one's blood relations. He understands, better than anyone, that blood often means nothing. And if Alucard had confessed this earlier, before he's grasped the way Alucard was raised, the type of person Alucard is, he'd not have blinked twice over it. But he's heard the warmth in how Alucard speaks of his childhood.
He does not ask why. That's not the right question here. Instead he asks, ] Who were you trying to save?
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Either way, he doesn't react for a long while. His eyes are fixed on Alucard while Alucard looks everywhere else, sharp and examining.
Geralt holds no real concept of familial loyalty to one's blood relations. He understands, better than anyone, that blood often means nothing. And if Alucard had confessed this earlier, before he's grasped the way Alucard was raised, the type of person Alucard is, he'd not have blinked twice over it. But he's heard the warmth in how Alucard speaks of his childhood.
He does not ask why. That's not the right question here. Instead he asks, ] Who were you trying to save?