[ It's beginning to feel like he's speaking to an empty wall. He can't tell if Istredd is being deliberately obtuse or he simply cannot see what Geralt sees. It is frustrating in a way he can't explain. ]
They are not. [ They should not have come back. That much he knows. These memories, they aren't the same as the ones he lost. He let go of them, in the same way he let go of his mother's face, her name, the scattering of horrors from his childhood. He did not ask for them. He didn't seek them out. And yet, they are here, fresher than he ever wanted.
They're old, but they are not as old as they should be.
He steps forward. ] This world is not as we know it. And I'd expect you, of all people, to want to understand that.
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They are not. [ They should not have come back. That much he knows. These memories, they aren't the same as the ones he lost. He let go of them, in the same way he let go of his mother's face, her name, the scattering of horrors from his childhood. He did not ask for them. He didn't seek them out. And yet, they are here, fresher than he ever wanted.
They're old, but they are not as old as they should be.
He steps forward. ] This world is not as we know it. And I'd expect you, of all people, to want to understand that.