[ This isn't like John, which makes it all the more concerning. John, unlike some of their kind, has never undergone bouts of mania or been subsumed by too much power. Even when Geralt wasn't quite himself, his memories a blank void, he could count on John to be there, unchanged.
And yet—now that the question has arisen, he can't help digging through his recollections. What did happen? He knows Thorne imprisoned him when he first arrived on this world. It wasn't his home then. Not yet. He knows he wasn't the only the only one they held captive, though the faces of his cellmates have faded. But he was alone in the dungeons, too, once. Bleeding. When or how, he can't remember. Does it matter? The people responsible are long gone. (Aren't they?)
He shakes it off. ]
John— [ Geralt sits up altogether. He lifts his hand, cupping John's cheek. Was he what? John couldn't possibly be asking if he was the cause. How could he be? ] What are you saying?
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And yet—now that the question has arisen, he can't help digging through his recollections. What did happen? He knows Thorne imprisoned him when he first arrived on this world. It wasn't his home then. Not yet. He knows he wasn't the only the only one they held captive, though the faces of his cellmates have faded. But he was alone in the dungeons, too, once. Bleeding. When or how, he can't remember. Does it matter? The people responsible are long gone. (Aren't they?)
He shakes it off. ]
John— [ Geralt sits up altogether. He lifts his hand, cupping John's cheek. Was he what? John couldn't possibly be asking if he was the cause. How could he be? ] What are you saying?