[ The remainder of the venison is diced. Geralt sweeps the cubes into a bowl and cleans his hands without yet answering. Common ground. Is that what this is about? Is she trying to meditate? He doesn't know what Estinien told her, but as far as Geralt's concerned, Estinien is the one insisting on making this an issue.
He sets aside the knife and sighs, the kind that indicates he only wants to explain this once. ] I don't give a damn about your friend, Himeka.
[ He means that sincerely, whether that comes across or not. He's got a dozen bigger problems than Estinien ranting about a terrible fate befalling the Witcher for telling him to fuck off. The world does not need a reason to take and take, and if it takes again, it'll hardly be because of one lone elf. Though he supposes folk do often think themselves that important.
He turns around, leaning back against the counter while she finishes up the vegetables. His gaze settles on her. ] His concerns are not my own. I told him as much.
[ That's all there is to it. That's where he'd like to leave it, ideally. ]
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He sets aside the knife and sighs, the kind that indicates he only wants to explain this once. ] I don't give a damn about your friend, Himeka.
[ He means that sincerely, whether that comes across or not. He's got a dozen bigger problems than Estinien ranting about a terrible fate befalling the Witcher for telling him to fuck off. The world does not need a reason to take and take, and if it takes again, it'll hardly be because of one lone elf. Though he supposes folk do often think themselves that important.
He turns around, leaning back against the counter while she finishes up the vegetables. His gaze settles on her. ] His concerns are not my own. I told him as much.
[ That's all there is to it. That's where he'd like to leave it, ideally. ]