[ By the end, Geralt had not been conscious much. His memories of that time are blurry, patchy. He recalls the ritual, the rumbling shrines. Ciri, screaming, cracking the stones. Attacking Steve when Ciri vanished. Only after Ciri's desperate attempt to cure him had he started to become aware again.
He knows something happened to those like Castiel and Urianger. A different sort of fever that gripped them.
Leaning forward, he rests his arms on his knees. ] Witchers are trained since boyhood to resist magical influences. Even so, I've been caught unawares. Had my defences penetrated by someone more powerful. [ He pauses. ] If you spend your days afraid of the next time your control is stripped from you, you will never gain it back.
[ A hard lesson to learn. There have been a dozen things taken out of his hands, a dozen things he was never able to choose for himself. But he knows what he can control, what he's capable of, where his strengths lie. And he knows there's no greater prison than the waiting. For another loss, for another tragedy, for another terrible fate to befall. Eventually, the fear threatens to consume you whole. ]
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He knows something happened to those like Castiel and Urianger. A different sort of fever that gripped them.
Leaning forward, he rests his arms on his knees. ] Witchers are trained since boyhood to resist magical influences. Even so, I've been caught unawares. Had my defences penetrated by someone more powerful. [ He pauses. ] If you spend your days afraid of the next time your control is stripped from you, you will never gain it back.
[ A hard lesson to learn. There have been a dozen things taken out of his hands, a dozen things he was never able to choose for himself. But he knows what he can control, what he's capable of, where his strengths lie. And he knows there's no greater prison than the waiting. For another loss, for another tragedy, for another terrible fate to befall. Eventually, the fear threatens to consume you whole. ]