[ Understanding flickers over his expression. A certain type of mage. Geralt is not unfamiliar—and it's less this statement of sacrifice than the mention of dragons that brings visible surprise to his face. ] I wasn't aware dragons took to the fights of men.
[ At least in his world, they're rare and sentient creatures who keep to themselves. Hunted nearly to extinction for little more than fear and greed. Perhaps they're different in Jon's world. He does recall the one he saw circling over Jon's domain, back before. It's gone now, he's noticed, much in the same way Geralt's log cabin is gone.
His eyes linger on Jon for a moment. He's not unsympathetic. War is equally marching over the Continent. But then, isn't it always, someplace, somewhere? ] War's coming here, too.
[ That much, he knows. Maybe not now, maybe not in a year, maybe neither of them will even be here to witness it. But all this, the Singularity, the brewing tensions—he's seen the signs too often to ignore them. ]
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[ At least in his world, they're rare and sentient creatures who keep to themselves. Hunted nearly to extinction for little more than fear and greed. Perhaps they're different in Jon's world. He does recall the one he saw circling over Jon's domain, back before. It's gone now, he's noticed, much in the same way Geralt's log cabin is gone.
His eyes linger on Jon for a moment. He's not unsympathetic. War is equally marching over the Continent. But then, isn't it always, someplace, somewhere? ] War's coming here, too.
[ That much, he knows. Maybe not now, maybe not in a year, maybe neither of them will even be here to witness it. But all this, the Singularity, the brewing tensions—he's seen the signs too often to ignore them. ]