Or perhaps it was her pain he felt the most, as though it were his own. He'd arrived here without Ciri or any memory of her, had created her unbeknownst to him in the Horizon—a shadow of a girl he took in as his own, absent of any memories from his typical life—and then woken up with her gone.
Then she'd shown up. Here. In the flesh, several years into the future. A young woman whose desecription he knew but whose face he had never seen.
His gaze lingers on the door where Dean sits within. "I told her we would make new memories." And they had. "I remember her now. Raising her. But the gap remains. I suspect there are events in our future she will not tell me."
He doesn't know why he's admitting this to Jo, of all people. Maybe there's enough distance between them to say it out loud without any expectation of a response. He's all right with giving Ciri the space and time she needs. What happened to her in those years—he knows she still loves him, that she trusts him. That's enough.
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Or perhaps it was her pain he felt the most, as though it were his own. He'd arrived here without Ciri or any memory of her, had created her unbeknownst to him in the Horizon—a shadow of a girl he took in as his own, absent of any memories from his typical life—and then woken up with her gone.
Then she'd shown up. Here. In the flesh, several years into the future. A young woman whose desecription he knew but whose face he had never seen.
His gaze lingers on the door where Dean sits within. "I told her we would make new memories." And they had. "I remember her now. Raising her. But the gap remains. I suspect there are events in our future she will not tell me."
He doesn't know why he's admitting this to Jo, of all people. Maybe there's enough distance between them to say it out loud without any expectation of a response. He's all right with giving Ciri the space and time she needs. What happened to her in those years—he knows she still loves him, that she trusts him. That's enough.