[ Ciri follows, watching the path ahead. ]

I know.

[ Her hand tightens on the reins, squeezing the leather between her fingers. Despite the slack, Nixie feels her tension, flicks her ears.

Ciri breathes out slowly. ]

And the demon remembered too. All the knowledge in Dean's head was there, every conversation we'd had. Or you'd had with him. His voice and mannerisms.

It was too much of him, but not him.