[ A long moment passes where Geralt appears to be stuck simply processing. He can't tell if he died or lived or what part of him survived. Maybe the reality isn't important. Ciri thinks he lived and was taken, and it's weighed on her since.
He cups her cheek, wiping the dampness away with his thumb. ]
You didn't. [ Did he know? Was he aware she was on the run, where he was? He cannot imagine a version of him or Yennefer that'd have abandoned her to fend for herself. If he was trapped in another realm, he'd have tried to find his way back to her. No matter the cost. ] Ciri—if what you say is true, then you saved us both. You're the reason we have a chance of finding each other again.
[ On the Continent. Here. That means something. Doesn't it? If he was taken, then that isn't the end of it. He might yet find her once more. He has to believe they will. They've done so in Abraxas. Destiny has fucked with them enough; the least it could do is bring them together each time life sees fit to tear them apart. ]
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He cups her cheek, wiping the dampness away with his thumb. ]
You didn't. [ Did he know? Was he aware she was on the run, where he was? He cannot imagine a version of him or Yennefer that'd have abandoned her to fend for herself. If he was trapped in another realm, he'd have tried to find his way back to her. No matter the cost. ] Ciri—if what you say is true, then you saved us both. You're the reason we have a chance of finding each other again.
[ On the Continent. Here. That means something. Doesn't it? If he was taken, then that isn't the end of it. He might yet find her once more. He has to believe they will. They've done so in Abraxas. Destiny has fucked with them enough; the least it could do is bring them together each time life sees fit to tear them apart. ]