[ How long is a long time? All of it? He wants to say his memories are clear, he can trace the path of his life, but now that he's reflecting on it, the gaps are larger than he imagined.
Except there's one piece Geralt cannot move past: if Dean is insisting he met his end, then what does that mean should their lives here prove false? He hears what his friend (brother) is saying. He's even inclined to believe him because Dean would not come to him like this unless the matter was grave. He can't pretend he hasn't had questions himself.
But— ]
What about you? [ The words tumble loose. ] You were done. If this ends...
[ Then so does Dean. A weight sits between his ribs. He is no longer familiar with it, he realizes. It's been decades and decades since he's felt true loss. Now it rises like a cresting wave at the possibility. ]
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Except there's one piece Geralt cannot move past: if Dean is insisting he met his end, then what does that mean should their lives here prove false? He hears what his friend (brother) is saying. He's even inclined to believe him because Dean would not come to him like this unless the matter was grave. He can't pretend he hasn't had questions himself.
But— ]
What about you? [ The words tumble loose. ] You were done. If this ends...
[ Then so does Dean. A weight sits between his ribs. He is no longer familiar with it, he realizes. It's been decades and decades since he's felt true loss. Now it rises like a cresting wave at the possibility. ]