[ His lips curl faintly. Nero is a little shit, and that's not changed, but seeing Nero in this temple—bitter and a little angry and lonely—
He was there once. Wasn't he? Right here, just like that. So surefooted in his ability to slay the monsters and so uncertain of everything else. He remembers the temple unsettled him at first. Nenneke's kindness, the warmth, the soft beds. It wasn't like anything he associated with home, and he spent his days eyeing every dubious little pastry. Retreating from Nenneke's maternal instinct, too much a reminder of Visenna's shadow.
By the end of their stay, he hadn't wanted to leave. ]
Mm. Don't thank me yet. Those candles don't light themselves.
[ He's not serious; they do. Sometimes. Other times, Geralt lights them himself. He finds the familiar task soothing.
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He was there once. Wasn't he? Right here, just like that. So surefooted in his ability to slay the monsters and so uncertain of everything else. He remembers the temple unsettled him at first. Nenneke's kindness, the warmth, the soft beds. It wasn't like anything he associated with home, and he spent his days eyeing every dubious little pastry. Retreating from Nenneke's maternal instinct, too much a reminder of Visenna's shadow.
By the end of their stay, he hadn't wanted to leave. ]
Mm. Don't thank me yet. Those candles don't light themselves.
[ He's not serious; they do. Sometimes. Other times, Geralt lights them himself. He finds the familiar task soothing.
There's another pause before he rises. ]
I'll show you a secret.