[ Geralt ends up following, right into that kitchen that's starting to feel familiar despite all of its strange edges. Geralt no longer blinks at the fridge as Sam calls it, nor the stuff arrayed inside he doesn't completely recognize. He settles on a stool instead. Same one he'd sat on the last time they were in here.
Though it escapes him that Sam's reaching for a tool to pop the cap. Geralt takes one of the bottles Sam's set down and simply pops the top on his own, thumb underneath, without thinking twice. His expression is a bit distant for a moment—lingering on how much he wants to say about Vesemir. Not that he's interested in hiding it. More that there's a lot. A long history. A complicated history. ]
Bit shy of two hundred. [ The bottle dangles between his fingers. Away from the people outside, it's easier to talk. Or maybe he's just remembering how it'd felt, chatting with Sam about...the girl. And that boat. ] He's still around. Taught me everything I know.
[ An instructor, he usually says, but he's decided not to downplay it with Sam. There's something wistful in the way he explains. Vesemir's known him his whole life. More and more, he's wanted to talk to him—about Ciri, about this world—and he's not certain he ever can again. ]
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Though it escapes him that Sam's reaching for a tool to pop the cap. Geralt takes one of the bottles Sam's set down and simply pops the top on his own, thumb underneath, without thinking twice. His expression is a bit distant for a moment—lingering on how much he wants to say about Vesemir. Not that he's interested in hiding it. More that there's a lot. A long history. A complicated history. ]
Bit shy of two hundred. [ The bottle dangles between his fingers. Away from the people outside, it's easier to talk. Or maybe he's just remembering how it'd felt, chatting with Sam about...the girl. And that boat. ] He's still around. Taught me everything I know.
[ An instructor, he usually says, but he's decided not to downplay it with Sam. There's something wistful in the way he explains. Vesemir's known him his whole life. More and more, he's wanted to talk to him—about Ciri, about this world—and he's not certain he ever can again. ]