[ Food and liquor is one of the rare things Geralt has grown comfortable to making. Perhaps it comes from how much eating and drinking occurs in the Horizon between Sam's gatherings, Julie's parties, and Himeka's cooking.
He glances over as Nero inhales the bread the wrong way. A frown draws his brows together. ]
He wasn't a demon. [ It's complicated. Also no longer relevant, now that Dean is gone. Geralt grows quiet. ] Perhaps it's for the best.
[ In a sense. Geralt does believe that, if only because he's aware of what Dean wanted, what he had damn near begged him for. But this is not how he wanted things to end. Still, he's told Nero for reasons other than grief; Nero had not been friends with the man like that. It's that Nero, he knows, was concerned about Dean's steady corruption, and so...now it's over. Nothing to be worried about any longer. ]
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He glances over as Nero inhales the bread the wrong way. A frown draws his brows together. ]
He wasn't a demon. [ It's complicated. Also no longer relevant, now that Dean is gone. Geralt grows quiet. ] Perhaps it's for the best.
[ In a sense. Geralt does believe that, if only because he's aware of what Dean wanted, what he had damn near begged him for. But this is not how he wanted things to end. Still, he's told Nero for reasons other than grief; Nero had not been friends with the man like that. It's that Nero, he knows, was concerned about Dean's steady corruption, and so...now it's over. Nothing to be worried about any longer. ]