[ Geralt blinks once, twice. There are those, he's come to learn, who have few reservations sharing to strangers. Gideon appears to be one of them. He normally has little problem with this; he prefers to listen rather than talk, and so long as his company doesn't expect much out of him in return, it suits him fine. But this is...
More. It almost feels like a story he could've told himself. Except his mother had chosen to leave him. He can't decide if that makes it better or not. That he remembers Visenna, remembers believing he could be...something else, once. Probably doesn't make a difference. It is what it is. Maybe, once, he'd thought knowing her reasons would change things for him. He's realized it doesn't.
His expression is contemplative, before he appears to put aside whatever it is that's lingering on his mind. ]
Sometimes you get dropped on a path you didn't ask for. [ He sets his mug down on the table. It's hard to tell if he's still referring to Gideon or himself. Maybe both. He studies her. ] Would you rather stay here?
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More. It almost feels like a story he could've told himself. Except his mother had chosen to leave him. He can't decide if that makes it better or not. That he remembers Visenna, remembers believing he could be...something else, once. Probably doesn't make a difference. It is what it is. Maybe, once, he'd thought knowing her reasons would change things for him. He's realized it doesn't.
His expression is contemplative, before he appears to put aside whatever it is that's lingering on his mind. ]
Sometimes you get dropped on a path you didn't ask for. [ He sets his mug down on the table. It's hard to tell if he's still referring to Gideon or himself. Maybe both. He studies her. ] Would you rather stay here?