That may be so, and yet no coin hath exchanged hands.
( Urianger replies, although there's a curl of amusement at the corners of his lips that might not have been there before. Perhaps there's something else he could do for Geralt to express his gratititude ... but those are thoughts for later. For now, there is only the conversation. )
I am unsettled, by my thoughts of late. The Pit and all who suffered it all bear scars from the experience in one way or another, and yet ... I fear I am remembering more of the period in which my mind was not mine own. ( A furrow creases Urianger's brow for just a moment. ) I recall a man. And β it frustrates me, that I cannot know for certain whether he was truly there or whether he was simply a figment of mine imagination.
( His shoulders twitch minutely, as though trying to downplay the shiver that rolls its way from the back of his neck to the base of his spine. )
It frustrates me that I know not what I must do to protect myself from such an attack again. The Anomalous Beasts, Iβ
( But all of a sudden Urianger looks deeply ashamed, as though he hadn't intended to speak about that at all. He turns his face away for a moment as he remembers the destruction he wought upon Borrel; remembers the way it fell to Thancred to bear the worst of his attacks and pull him back into himself again. )
... My role has ever been to support my companions. Himeka, Thancred β all that I have to give, I give to them most willingly.
( Golden eyes look to Geralt's again, his expression deeply pained. )
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That may be so, and yet no coin hath exchanged hands.
( Urianger replies, although there's a curl of amusement at the corners of his lips that might not have been there before. Perhaps there's something else he could do for Geralt to express his gratititude ... but those are thoughts for later. For now, there is only the conversation. )
I am unsettled, by my thoughts of late. The Pit and all who suffered it all bear scars from the experience in one way or another, and yet ... I fear I am remembering more of the period in which my mind was not mine own. ( A furrow creases Urianger's brow for just a moment. ) I recall a man. And β it frustrates me, that I cannot know for certain whether he was truly there or whether he was simply a figment of mine imagination.
( His shoulders twitch minutely, as though trying to downplay the shiver that rolls its way from the back of his neck to the base of his spine. )
It frustrates me that I know not what I must do to protect myself from such an attack again. The Anomalous Beasts, Iβ
( But all of a sudden Urianger looks deeply ashamed, as though he hadn't intended to speak about that at all. He turns his face away for a moment as he remembers the destruction he wought upon Borrel; remembers the way it fell to Thancred to bear the worst of his attacks and pull him back into himself again. )
... My role has ever been to support my companions. Himeka, Thancred β all that I have to give, I give to them most willingly.
( Golden eyes look to Geralt's again, his expression deeply pained. )
I cannot be the threat, Geralt. I cannot.