[ He grunts softly. How much his blood has to do with it, he truthfully doesn't know. Like he told Jo, if his blood could be transformative, the Continent would be a hell of a lot different for it. They would not need Ciri. The Singularity, though, has proven a variable none of them can account for, and in the end, the outcome remains the same. Dean appears to have absorbed a piece of the Witcher—somehow.
When Dean pauses, so does Geralt. A quiet settles over him.
Yes. There is that. In a way, he understands what Dean is saying. What it means to be changed against your will. But Geralt was altered young. He never had much of a chance to live an identity as human. And he was not raised by a man who deemed all things not strictly human to be monsters.
He hops down the next ledge, then once more. His feet land on solid ground. ]
And the others? Have they looked at you differently?
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When Dean pauses, so does Geralt. A quiet settles over him.
Yes. There is that. In a way, he understands what Dean is saying. What it means to be changed against your will. But Geralt was altered young. He never had much of a chance to live an identity as human. And he was not raised by a man who deemed all things not strictly human to be monsters.
He hops down the next ledge, then once more. His feet land on solid ground. ]
And the others? Have they looked at you differently?