[ There's a second where Geralt blinks at the bottle Sam holds out. Then another before he understands—oh. Hmm. He pops the cap on that one, too, before giving it back. It does, now that he's consciously aware of it, take more force than an average stopper to open. (Why has Sam got his ale in bottles he can't open on his own?) ]
He lived through more than most. [ Literally, in a sense. Geralt doesn't touch on it. He's told Sam a few details here and there—mostly to do with how he was created, what he was trained to do—but not that. Not about that night. Besides, he wasn't...there. To witness any of it. He'd only returned in the aftermath.
It'd taken a few days, for the snow to bury the corpses.
He takes a drink. Gives a huff, amusement not reaching his eyes all the way. ] Perhaps if I make it another hundred or two, I can give retirement some thought.
[ He isn't serious. Even Vesemir isn't retired, technically, though it occasionally feels he has. He knows the old man lingers about the keep more and more. Nostalgia or simply misses it. Misses how it was. Geralt isn't certain. He hasn't asked. ]
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He lived through more than most. [ Literally, in a sense. Geralt doesn't touch on it. He's told Sam a few details here and there—mostly to do with how he was created, what he was trained to do—but not that. Not about that night. Besides, he wasn't...there. To witness any of it. He'd only returned in the aftermath.
It'd taken a few days, for the snow to bury the corpses.
He takes a drink. Gives a huff, amusement not reaching his eyes all the way. ] Perhaps if I make it another hundred or two, I can give retirement some thought.
[ He isn't serious. Even Vesemir isn't retired, technically, though it occasionally feels he has. He knows the old man lingers about the keep more and more. Nostalgia or simply misses it. Misses how it was. Geralt isn't certain. He hasn't asked. ]