[ The inexplicable gap in years. Now that he understands.
Geralt glances down at the drink in his hand. ] She was a girl. My daughter. That's how I last remember her. Here...she's a young woman.
[ Commonplace, perhaps not. The discrepancy tends to be much smaller, from what he's gathered. Weeks. Months. Not entire years.
But John is not alone, either, in his experience. Geralt happens to be on the other side of the fence. Absent of the years Ciri recalls. That she lived.
It'd taken a long time before Geralt spoke to her about those missing months and seasons. Now that he has his answers—he isn't sure what it changes. They're together here. She still sees him as family. Maybe that's all he needed to know, in the end. ]
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Geralt glances down at the drink in his hand. ] She was a girl. My daughter. That's how I last remember her. Here...she's a young woman.
[ Commonplace, perhaps not. The discrepancy tends to be much smaller, from what he's gathered. Weeks. Months. Not entire years.
But John is not alone, either, in his experience. Geralt happens to be on the other side of the fence. Absent of the years Ciri recalls. That she lived.
It'd taken a long time before Geralt spoke to her about those missing months and seasons. Now that he has his answers—he isn't sure what it changes. They're together here. She still sees him as family. Maybe that's all he needed to know, in the end. ]