[ The sooner that smaller version of him disappears into a fog of forgotten memories the better. Rocket's already all but forgotten it himself, and he's done a whole lot of work to make it so.
If he does have to get small, he does it in a way that's so ridiculously exaggerated it doesn't stick in anyone's mind; it doesn't recall some memory of when he'd been small and scrawny and looked at like he was some easy cast-off.
Anyway.
Rocket only has the best seat in the house now, watching as Geralt expertly slices and dices his (former) demigod spawn into pieces. He uses the massive size of his legs and feet to block the creature from escaping so that Geralt has all of the advantages to end its life. If it had only listened and didn't run off in search of towns to terrorize and eat, Rocket might even feel a little bad for it.
But this thing is a bigger pain in his ass than trying to get the balance of Echoes right, so he continues to keep it trapped before Geralt can deal the last killing blow. ]
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If he does have to get small, he does it in a way that's so ridiculously exaggerated it doesn't stick in anyone's mind; it doesn't recall some memory of when he'd been small and scrawny and looked at like he was some easy cast-off.
Anyway.
Rocket only has the best seat in the house now, watching as Geralt expertly slices and dices his (former) demigod spawn into pieces. He uses the massive size of his legs and feet to block the creature from escaping so that Geralt has all of the advantages to end its life. If it had only listened and didn't run off in search of towns to terrorize and eat, Rocket might even feel a little bad for it.
But this thing is a bigger pain in his ass than trying to get the balance of Echoes right, so he continues to keep it trapped before Geralt can deal the last killing blow. ]