[ It wasn't Geralt's either, until a question of what his friendship with Dean means for their interactions. ]
Then I don't care. [ The candid reply is followed by the splash of ale poured into a mug. He doesn't make an offer to a Michael—hospitality for a Witcher has its limits—but the drinks are there for the angel to help himself. ] He never spoke of you to me. So I expect he feels the same.
[ About pretending the other doesn't exist, that is. He can understand the sentiment; it's how Geralt goes through a large portion of his life. Conflicts that he simply does not find worth his time to revisit after the passage of years and decades. Bitterness left to fester serves no purpose.
In any case, Geralt prefers to know people on his own terms. And as it stands, there's very little he knows about Michael at all. Certainly not enough to go past neutral. ]
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Then I don't care. [ The candid reply is followed by the splash of ale poured into a mug. He doesn't make an offer to a Michael—hospitality for a Witcher has its limits—but the drinks are there for the angel to help himself. ] He never spoke of you to me. So I expect he feels the same.
[ About pretending the other doesn't exist, that is. He can understand the sentiment; it's how Geralt goes through a large portion of his life. Conflicts that he simply does not find worth his time to revisit after the passage of years and decades. Bitterness left to fester serves no purpose.
In any case, Geralt prefers to know people on his own terms. And as it stands, there's very little he knows about Michael at all. Certainly not enough to go past neutral. ]