[ His brows are knitted together, the way they do when he's weighing the precise words he wants to use. The details are haphazard; Steve was the only witness, and Geralt had not wanted to question the boy too intently after what he saw. What purpose would it serve? To have the complete picture? It won't change what happened. It won't bring any comfort. And what will he do with that knowledge right here and now?
He can ask more questions later. His main priority is that Steve is safe (stays safe), and he can only do so much from across the damn continent. In the time he's gotten to know Steve, he recognizes a rashness there that he isn't sure can be tempered in the face of grief. His contacts in Solvunn are far fewer than elsewhere.
But that isn't what he means to talk to Nadine about. ]
A man named Nero. He went into the woods and...drew the ire of one of their gods. [ Or so it would seem. He uses the term loosely; Geralt has never quite believed in the gods as entities of worship, but they are clearly tangible beings. Walking the earth.
Seizing their dues, apparently. ]
I don't know. [ He's lost people before. He can't explain why, this time, it feels so much heavier. ] He reminded me of someone. I thought...
[ That perhaps if Nero was around, nearly indestructible as the little fucker was, he could rely on having the closest thing that felt like a piece of his brothers. It feels laughably childish now that he's paused to reflect. He likes to think he's better at accepting the reality of things than this. ]
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He can ask more questions later. His main priority is that Steve is safe (stays safe), and he can only do so much from across the damn continent. In the time he's gotten to know Steve, he recognizes a rashness there that he isn't sure can be tempered in the face of grief. His contacts in Solvunn are far fewer than elsewhere.
But that isn't what he means to talk to Nadine about. ]
A man named Nero. He went into the woods and...drew the ire of one of their gods. [ Or so it would seem. He uses the term loosely; Geralt has never quite believed in the gods as entities of worship, but they are clearly tangible beings. Walking the earth.
Seizing their dues, apparently. ]
I don't know. [ He's lost people before. He can't explain why, this time, it feels so much heavier. ] He reminded me of someone. I thought...
[ That perhaps if Nero was around, nearly indestructible as the little fucker was, he could rely on having the closest thing that felt like a piece of his brothers. It feels laughably childish now that he's paused to reflect. He likes to think he's better at accepting the reality of things than this. ]