[ It's so correct and to the point that Clive has to let out a short bark of a laugh at Geralt's words, an actual smile crossing his features for what feels like the first time in moons. He glances over, eyes dropping to the sword again, back up to Geralt's face. ]

Absolute shit.

[ He reaches forward, running his hands over the ground beneath them. ]

All she's ever chosen for me is sorrow. [ His smile turns a little more sad. ]

So I make my own choices instead, Destiny and Fate be damned. Still, [ he trails off, indulging in that part of him that's selfish when it comes to Jill and Joshua. ]

If she wants to be kind enough to bring my brother back to me and save him from what I could not, I'm not sure I would argue.