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Geralt z Rivii ([personal profile] gynvael) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2021-09-25 12:29 pm (UTC)

His fingers slide idly over the neck of his bottle. The glass is still frosted, from the icy box, a concept that he's decided not to question.

He snorts, faintly. Undesirable. Apparently not that undesirable, if they'd been kept around. Knowing what he does of Relena, it's apparent they were all meant for similar trials. So that answers that. He's mulling it over—there's something to be said about a man who held little curiosity or interest in those imprisoned one way or the other—when Kylo clarifies.

Oh. Mm. That. Hosts might not be what he'd call it. They'd been dumped unceremoniously on desert soil and then no had looked twice. As far as Cadens is concerned, he's just another of thousands of faces.

There's a small pause when Kylo says heard a lot about you, but Geralt leaves that untouched for the moment. "Soundly ignored. About all I'd ask for."

Whether he's dead in the gutter or thriving in the gambling halls—those in power don't seem to give a fuck so long as no one makes any waves. For now, at least. He's little doubt that if the time comes, if they decide there's more they want from those who fled Thorne, they'll make their move.

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