[ A longer pause. It's only natural Alucard assumes Geralt wishes to have the bone broth for himself, again. That's what he came for all those years ago. But that's not quite the case now.
He isn't sure how Alucard will accept his actual plan, so he simply. Says it. ]
Not me. You. [ He no longer thinks their memories have faded through time. He thinks they've been buried, deliberately, by a mystical force. Which means they can (should) be retrieved. ] I believe it'll unlock your own dormant memories.
[ And no, he doesn't give a damn how long Alucard wants to spend seasoning himself as long as he drinks it. ]
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He isn't sure how Alucard will accept his actual plan, so he simply. Says it. ]
Not me. You. [ He no longer thinks their memories have faded through time. He thinks they've been buried, deliberately, by a mystical force. Which means they can (should) be retrieved. ] I believe it'll unlock your own dormant memories.
[ And no, he doesn't give a damn how long Alucard wants to spend seasoning himself as long as he drinks it. ]