[ And Rocket, ever the mature one (even as a god) snorts right back in Roach's direction. Some things never change.
But as he passes Geralt's steed and approaches the lifeless form of his demigod spawn, his expression deepens like a dark shadow.
He exhales, his feelings on his spawn complicated above all logic. ]
If you don't mind — [ he starts, allowing some of his gratitude for Geralt to show through his demeanor. There are few who would suggest such a thing, and fewer still whom Rocket would admit that he'd even want to perform some kinda rites for. But these creatures ... they're his, and they were made 'cause of him, and not because they asked to be.
Least he could do is send them off with some semblance of dignity. ]
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But as he passes Geralt's steed and approaches the lifeless form of his demigod spawn, his expression deepens like a dark shadow.
He exhales, his feelings on his spawn complicated above all logic. ]
If you don't mind — [ he starts, allowing some of his gratitude for Geralt to show through his demeanor. There are few who would suggest such a thing, and fewer still whom Rocket would admit that he'd even want to perform some kinda rites for. But these creatures ... they're his, and they were made 'cause of him, and not because they asked to be.
Least he could do is send them off with some semblance of dignity. ]