[ Ah. So she doesn't realize. Hadn't whoever brought her in explained a damn thing to her?
(Who did bring her in? One of the people she'd run to Nott with? Lloyd? Nadine?) ]
Julie. [ Geralt tilts his head. ] You did make them. Intentionally or not. This place—people can't hold form the way an object or an animal can. That's why they don't speak to you. Or vanish now and again.
[ They're not real, but. He gets it. How undoing them might feel. He realizes, he's just fucking glad Ciri had disappeared before he returned. That she wasn't still here, waiting. Because unmaking that. He doesn't even want to think about it. ]
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(Who did bring her in? One of the people she'd run to Nott with? Lloyd? Nadine?) ]
Julie. [ Geralt tilts his head. ] You did make them. Intentionally or not. This place—people can't hold form the way an object or an animal can. That's why they don't speak to you. Or vanish now and again.
[ They're not real, but. He gets it. How undoing them might feel. He realizes, he's just fucking glad Ciri had disappeared before he returned. That she wasn't still here, waiting. Because unmaking that. He doesn't even want to think about it. ]