High praise indeed. Bet it takes much to knock you out, too. { which is to say, he is fully aware geralt is matched in more than one way. louis is wise when he deems it, but he isn't there for politics or complications, only to unwind in the way he once knew well. old habits from an old soul.

he's not going to pretend he understands what is going on. there's too much that gets thrown at them, and perhaps that's where he's none the wiser. he's never dealt with magic or any fantasy allure in the way he's been forced to get to know as of recently. he still is digesting. louis taps a light touch upon the table as he settles in his seat further. geralt asks, and louis reads between the lines as the silence follows them once more. }

I have been. You'd think an immortal would find it easier with what I've lived. I also have not fought any monsters or been gracefully targeted back home. I admit, I lived comfortably. I made sure I was untouchable, but here? It seems even we can't be left to our peace anywhere.

{ both in abraxas, but also in the horizon. it takes from them in ways that seem exposing, and he's embraced it in his own way. he won't embrace what happened in the pit, not those intrusions. those can fuck off. he'll make it clear only if he has to, and thus he's kept reservations about saying too much in the network or anything too exposing. he prefers the ambience of domains such as geralt's, almost makes it simple to take a second to be away from everything else. }