[ Slowly, Geralt shakes his head. He hasn't got an answer for himself, either. Ciri is as much a playing piece as her abilities. Her status gives any kingdom legitimacy and further allies, but he cannot say whether those implanted memories were an effort to extract information or what. At the time, he didn't need to know. His focus was on finding who was behind it and ending it before more girls were taken. Questions could come after.
Perhaps he's always been a little shortsighted in that sense.
His attention returns to Julie. He relaxes a hint, exhaling softly. He wants her to know the truth, but he has no wish to burden her with this shit. He's seen how hard Jaskier took it.
He takes her hand, reassuring. ] I got back on my feet.
[ It's what he does. Though there was, for the first time, moments where he was not sure if he cared to try.
Anchoring themselves to this sphere—what would it cost? If it were possible? He just wants to know he won't wake up one day without the people he loves. Or worse, having left them behind. He cannot fathom being torn away. Not after everything. ]
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Perhaps he's always been a little shortsighted in that sense.
His attention returns to Julie. He relaxes a hint, exhaling softly. He wants her to know the truth, but he has no wish to burden her with this shit. He's seen how hard Jaskier took it.
He takes her hand, reassuring. ] I got back on my feet.
[ It's what he does. Though there was, for the first time, moments where he was not sure if he cared to try.
Anchoring themselves to this sphere—what would it cost? If it were possible? He just wants to know he won't wake up one day without the people he loves. Or worse, having left them behind. He cannot fathom being torn away. Not after everything. ]
I won't lose Ciri again. [ Once was too much. ]