[ She considers this for some time, holding very still and focused on the feeling of his callused palm against her cheek, the warmth of his hand. After another few moments that seem to stretch out too long, Ciri takes it with both of her own, mismatched fingers gripping his.
Come back to us. The voice from long ago. Longer than it should be.
When she stares at her own hands, the feeling intensifies: this isn't right. ]
...how did we get here, Geralt?
When we decided to stay in Abraxas, to be together here-- I can't... remember.
[ They're on a cliff. The ocean surges below. It reflects the cracks in the sky above, and she feels dizzy. ]
Geralt, where did I come from?
[ With Sidus (...Claude?), she'd recalled slivers of a dream that made her feel so uncomfortable. A past that couldn't be hers, a royal title that doesn't feel right, a mother and a father who aren't Yennefer and Geralt. She'd rejected it viscerally then. But it hadn't come from nowhere. ]
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Come back to us. The voice from long ago. Longer than it should be.
When she stares at her own hands, the feeling intensifies: this isn't right. ]
...how did we get here, Geralt?
When we decided to stay in Abraxas, to be together here-- I can't... remember.
[ They're on a cliff. The ocean surges below. It reflects the cracks in the sky above, and she feels dizzy. ]
Geralt, where did I come from?
[ With Sidus (...Claude?), she'd recalled slivers of a dream that made her feel so uncomfortable. A past that couldn't be hers, a royal title that doesn't feel right, a mother and a father who aren't Yennefer and Geralt. She'd rejected it viscerally then. But it hadn't come from nowhere. ]