[ Head tilted thoughtfully, Geralt studies Clive for a moment. His relationship with Destiny is something he's still reflecting on, a force he can no longer deny but is equally disinclined to believe makes choices for him. Perhaps it brings threads together—winding them ever closer—but the decision to stay the course is still theirs.
He has always found her. Ciri. Clive might experience the same. What is fate bound if not reuniting with your brother thrice over?
Or just a hell of a coincidence. ]
I'm not sure I would, either. [ But for now, he'll. Move on. Like he always does.
After a beat, he asks: ]
Is that why you're an outlaw? Fallen kingdom?
[ A coup is a choice word to describe a betrayal. It fits—Clive carries himself like a man who rebuilt his life. Maybe he recognizes that look. ]
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He has always found her. Ciri. Clive might experience the same. What is fate bound if not reuniting with your brother thrice over?
Or just a hell of a coincidence. ]
I'm not sure I would, either. [ But for now, he'll. Move on. Like he always does.
After a beat, he asks: ]
Is that why you're an outlaw? Fallen kingdom?
[ A coup is a choice word to describe a betrayal. It fits—Clive carries himself like a man who rebuilt his life. Maybe he recognizes that look. ]