[ The explanation, he thinks, tells him more than any brief answer would have. He can gather enough from it. ]
Never feels exciting when they're yours.
[ He isn't the sort to indulge in trading battle scars except when he returns home to Kaer Morhen. Even then, he often doesn't—prefers to let his brothers speak or boast instead.
He gets it, though. The pity and horror. Funny. Back home, a third option was more common: a fascination, a frosty dismissal because what does it matter if a Witcher cannot feel anything in the first place? Here, he's discovered something closer to what Vash describes, and he remains unsure of how he feels about it. He's candid about the pieces of his past, about the blood and violence that forged him, but sometimes the reactions are... ]
I find the anger most bothersome. When they think...some justice is deserved.
[ And he does not know how to explain that he doesn't want it. That he spent a long time putting his bitterness aside, that he doesn't wish to indulge theirs just because the wounds he bears feel fresh to them. The mages who performed the Trial are dead. There was no justice in how they perished. They simply succumbed to an even greater destruction. ]
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Never feels exciting when they're yours.
[ He isn't the sort to indulge in trading battle scars except when he returns home to Kaer Morhen. Even then, he often doesn't—prefers to let his brothers speak or boast instead.
He gets it, though. The pity and horror. Funny. Back home, a third option was more common: a fascination, a frosty dismissal because what does it matter if a Witcher cannot feel anything in the first place? Here, he's discovered something closer to what Vash describes, and he remains unsure of how he feels about it. He's candid about the pieces of his past, about the blood and violence that forged him, but sometimes the reactions are... ]
I find the anger most bothersome. When they think...some justice is deserved.
[ And he does not know how to explain that he doesn't want it. That he spent a long time putting his bitterness aside, that he doesn't wish to indulge theirs just because the wounds he bears feel fresh to them. The mages who performed the Trial are dead. There was no justice in how they perished. They simply succumbed to an even greater destruction. ]