Istredd was an outsider as far back as he can remember. He studied and he did well, and Stregobor chose him, but in a way that made him a target for confusion too. Why him? Of all the young mages, the boy who studied catacombs and history. He didn't fit into the greater intentions of the Brotherhood, no taste for the details that other mages were raised to care about. He and Yennefer went on parallel journeys in a way, always meant to go their own path.
"I trust Yenna and Triss more than I ever trusted the others." Triss may have been trying to work within the system, but it's not that she wanted to, more that for them, it's the only system they knew. If they create it again from the bottom up, they can change where it all went wrong. He has hope for them, truly. The question is what will happen when they have to go looking for new ones, and that's theirs to answer, not his.
Istredd laughs and takes it from him. "I definitely will." He teases by bringing up earlier words and mirroring them on someone.
The silence spell is technically still working, but the birds have their own power, this is their land. He's warned when he can start hearing them again, but quietly, and turns his head just in time to see them worming through. Great. Well, at least Geralt probably can't hear worse than the extermination of his people.
Do you know why I chose you, my boy? Stregobor's voice clear as a bell and Istredd looks startled. That's from far in the past too, when he wasn't that much older than Geralt's, so he should not be surprised. You have vision. You see the big picture, just like me. Together, we will do great things.
There are a lot of reasons that Istredd does not want to hear Stregobor's voice right now, and instead of paling, he turns red. Embarrassment more than anything else, because of what the man meant to him, of how he's still struggling when he shouldn't be. He looks away from Geralt and gathers the crystals. He doesn't know how aware the witcher is, the close bond that used to exist between him and Stregobor, something he regretted as an adult.
Forget the girl, get back to work. It was said later on the timeline so apparently they aren't focusing on one part. Don't let anyone cloud your vision, my boy. The way the emphasis is almost sounds intentional on 'my.' Belonging to him.
Istredd pinches his nose. "Gods, I really hate them." The birds. Although his hate extends far past that.
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"I trust Yenna and Triss more than I ever trusted the others." Triss may have been trying to work within the system, but it's not that she wanted to, more that for them, it's the only system they knew. If they create it again from the bottom up, they can change where it all went wrong. He has hope for them, truly. The question is what will happen when they have to go looking for new ones, and that's theirs to answer, not his.
Istredd laughs and takes it from him. "I definitely will." He teases by bringing up earlier words and mirroring them on someone.
The silence spell is technically still working, but the birds have their own power, this is their land. He's warned when he can start hearing them again, but quietly, and turns his head just in time to see them worming through. Great. Well, at least Geralt probably can't hear worse than the extermination of his people.
Do you know why I chose you, my boy? Stregobor's voice clear as a bell and Istredd looks startled. That's from far in the past too, when he wasn't that much older than Geralt's, so he should not be surprised. You have vision. You see the big picture, just like me. Together, we will do great things.
There are a lot of reasons that Istredd does not want to hear Stregobor's voice right now, and instead of paling, he turns red. Embarrassment more than anything else, because of what the man meant to him, of how he's still struggling when he shouldn't be. He looks away from Geralt and gathers the crystals. He doesn't know how aware the witcher is, the close bond that used to exist between him and Stregobor, something he regretted as an adult.
Forget the girl, get back to work. It was said later on the timeline so apparently they aren't focusing on one part. Don't let anyone cloud your vision, my boy. The way the emphasis is almost sounds intentional on 'my.' Belonging to him.
Istredd pinches his nose. "Gods, I really hate them." The birds. Although his hate extends far past that.