[ In retrospect, he should know better than to assume Nero has any fine control over his own creations, and realize they would simply rip him to shreds upon interruption. He frowns at the wet noise of entrails hitting the stone floors.
Doesn't sound much better while Nero squashes them back inside. ]
Came to see how you were doing. [ He crouches down beside Nero and offers him a hand. Ignores the growling cat. ] But I suppose you've answered that.
[ Coping, in other words. However one goes about it. Istredd is hiding inside his library, Geralt is building a small bed for Jaskier's (his) new pet. Life moves forward, and so do they. But Nero has become...not his responsibility, exactly, but someone who deserves his efforts and time. Perhaps he sees more of himself in Nero than he'll admit. A younger version of him, with a temper that had not yet evened out through age and a penchant to take foolish risks.
A notion that the world can still be made better if you kill enough of the monsters in it. ]
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Doesn't sound much better while Nero squashes them back inside. ]
Came to see how you were doing. [ He crouches down beside Nero and offers him a hand. Ignores the growling cat. ] But I suppose you've answered that.
[ Coping, in other words. However one goes about it. Istredd is hiding inside his library, Geralt is building a small bed for Jaskier's (his) new pet. Life moves forward, and so do they. But Nero has become...not his responsibility, exactly, but someone who deserves his efforts and time. Perhaps he sees more of himself in Nero than he'll admit. A younger version of him, with a temper that had not yet evened out through age and a penchant to take foolish risks.
A notion that the world can still be made better if you kill enough of the monsters in it. ]