[ They have been peaceful for a long time. It was good. It's what he wants. And yet.
It isn't that the peace feels out of place or unlike them. It's that it doesn't feel earned. As if...a piece is missing. Now that he remembers and she does not, he recognizes that her feelings, this life, the tight bond between them—she doesn't recall how they got here. The price they paid. The blood and tears they spilled. Everyone they've lost.
If she bears no memory of what she gave up for him and Ciri—and them for her—then what does any of it truly mean? ]
I told her the truth. [ He folds his arms across his chest. ] One you should hear, too.
[ If Yennefer cannot be convinced by him alone, then perhaps they can do it together. He doesn't know if Istredd can see the splintering sky. But considering he's here asking questions, it's clear the mage has yet to understand. ]
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It isn't that the peace feels out of place or unlike them. It's that it doesn't feel earned. As if...a piece is missing. Now that he remembers and she does not, he recognizes that her feelings, this life, the tight bond between them—she doesn't recall how they got here. The price they paid. The blood and tears they spilled. Everyone they've lost.
If she bears no memory of what she gave up for him and Ciri—and them for her—then what does any of it truly mean? ]
I told her the truth. [ He folds his arms across his chest. ] One you should hear, too.
[ If Yennefer cannot be convinced by him alone, then perhaps they can do it together. He doesn't know if Istredd can see the splintering sky. But considering he's here asking questions, it's clear the mage has yet to understand. ]