[As she grasps his hand, his own curls around her fingers, squeezing in turn. There's something about I've spent most of my life having choices taken from me that strikes him to the core, and it always will, no matter how many times the idea's uttered.

He, too, never had a choice, only ever meant to be one thing: a weapon for Shinra. The man who won its wars. The investment that could never go wrong.

Here? Sometimes the freedom still feels like too much to know what to do with. He has more than he thought possible... Much like her.]

Of course I wouldn't deny you that, Ciri.

[He would never. To do so would make him a hypocrite, and he would feel like utter garbage for it.]

I want you to live like you've never had the chance to before. And if that means going on dates with others who catch your eye, why would I even try to stop you?