[ They have not talked about what Nero found down there. Geralt imagines it needn't be said. It isn't about what was there. It's about what sits here in its place. ]
I spent time here as a boy. [ He pushes open the door to the temple. Unlike the winter chill above, the air here is a crisp spring morning. Delicate pastries sit on each table. ] It's where we studied Signs. And a few other things.
[ Not all of his childhood was grim. He has good memories. He does. And it is, he thinks, worth preserving them.
More than that, he wants...he isn't sure. It's difficult to articulate. He just wants Nero to know. About the temple. About the fact that he's since torn down the wailing abyss that haunted Kaer Morhen. Perhaps he recognizes—after their last conversation in particular—that Nero wishes to know him better but will not ask.
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I spent time here as a boy. [ He pushes open the door to the temple. Unlike the winter chill above, the air here is a crisp spring morning. Delicate pastries sit on each table. ] It's where we studied Signs. And a few other things.
[ Not all of his childhood was grim. He has good memories. He does. And it is, he thinks, worth preserving them.
More than that, he wants...he isn't sure. It's difficult to articulate. He just wants Nero to know. About the temple. About the fact that he's since torn down the wailing abyss that haunted Kaer Morhen. Perhaps he recognizes—after their last conversation in particular—that Nero wishes to know him better but will not ask.
So here he is. Letting him in. ]