Neither do I. [ War catches more than soldiers in its path. Geralt has found himself on the bloodied end of Nilfgaard's conquest far too often as of late, and he is tired of watching people he loves become entangled in something they never wanted to be a part of.
The crackling fire catches his attention even before the door opens to reveal it. Geralt walks into the library. Despite all the ways he doesn't seem to belong, there's no hesitation in his steps as he eyes the furnishings and the books lining the walls—like he's learned to be comfortable existing on the fringes of wherever he ends up.
He settles against a wall, arms folded. His eyes return to John. His expression flickers. ]
I'm sorry. [ He isn't sure what he'd do were Ciri not with him. Probably getting into far more shit in an effort to return not her. He certainly would not be settling as he has. ] They separated many of us from our families when they took us.
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The crackling fire catches his attention even before the door opens to reveal it. Geralt walks into the library. Despite all the ways he doesn't seem to belong, there's no hesitation in his steps as he eyes the furnishings and the books lining the walls—like he's learned to be comfortable existing on the fringes of wherever he ends up.
He settles against a wall, arms folded. His eyes return to John. His expression flickers. ]
I'm sorry. [ He isn't sure what he'd do were Ciri not with him. Probably getting into far more shit in an effort to return not her. He certainly would not be settling as he has. ] They separated many of us from our families when they took us.