[ Clive sits with him, and Geralt finds he doesn't mind despite having come here for solitude. He's quiet for a moment. It doesn't feel like his story to tell. But what does it matter anymore? ]

He said it belonged to his brother. Kept it even after he broke it. He gave it to me this winter.

[ For reasons Geralt understands, but hasn't yet said. Not right now. He knows what he meant to Nero, and he knows what Nero meant to him.

He's not sure how much of that he wants to acknowledge out loud. ]

I was prone to the same. [ Breaking things, he means. ] When I was a boy.