[ A part of him wonders if Nero ever was one in that church of his. An altar boy. Though the concept to him is far different, probably, than it is to Nero. They might've spent part of their childhood in a temple, but Geralt's experience was absent of preaching. He came to study, that was all. And to learn to sit with himself—to carry his darkest memories without suffocating under their weight. ]
Let's avoid that one again, [ is the dry, possibly ominous, reply to Nero's comment on the state of his back.
He turns down the corridor to where Nenneke's office sits. It's empty, but it smells of her. Healing herbs, tea, cloves. A crack spiderwebs across one of the walls. This isn't technically a secret. But it is a part of him few ever see—and he wants, maybe, for Nero to know that when he says he understands, he means that. ]
I put that there. During one of our lessons. [ Geralt runs a finger along the groove. She never replaced the wall, though she could've. He supposes she isn't one to erase the past. ] When Vesemir sent us here, it was the first time I'd left Kaer Morhen. By then, it was home. And the last time I left home was...
[ Was when his mother abandoned him. He never saw it again. ]
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Let's avoid that one again, [ is the dry, possibly ominous, reply to Nero's comment on the state of his back.
He turns down the corridor to where Nenneke's office sits. It's empty, but it smells of her. Healing herbs, tea, cloves. A crack spiderwebs across one of the walls. This isn't technically a secret. But it is a part of him few ever see—and he wants, maybe, for Nero to know that when he says he understands, he means that. ]
I put that there. During one of our lessons. [ Geralt runs a finger along the groove. She never replaced the wall, though she could've. He supposes she isn't one to erase the past. ] When Vesemir sent us here, it was the first time I'd left Kaer Morhen. By then, it was home. And the last time I left home was...
[ Was when his mother abandoned him. He never saw it again. ]