[ That is, Geralt knows, accurate. They would scoff. So would Geralt, were the same notion proposed to him. He expects his medallion hung with the others, nothing more. His body left to the wolves as they all are. But he has learned from his time in Abraxas that his loss will be...felt. By more than his brothers
Perhaps a part of him wants that for the others, too.
The flowering bush blooms from the earth. Geralt touches the plump fruit hanging on it. Peaches, is it? He supposes they do have stone hearts. Hardened from the world and yet—something can still grow from them.
Yes. It suits. ]
You never got to know two of them. [ He digs deeper into the garden, making a place for the tree they brought. ] We were all brothers, but—three I was raised with. After the last Trials.
[ By the time Jaskier arrived, only Lambert remained. ]
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Perhaps a part of him wants that for the others, too.
The flowering bush blooms from the earth. Geralt touches the plump fruit hanging on it. Peaches, is it? He supposes they do have stone hearts. Hardened from the world and yet—something can still grow from them.
Yes. It suits. ]
You never got to know two of them. [ He digs deeper into the garden, making a place for the tree they brought. ] We were all brothers, but—three I was raised with. After the last Trials.
[ By the time Jaskier arrived, only Lambert remained. ]