[Saying it out loud feels like a mistake, as if its mere utterance makes it all the more likely to approach him, to engulf him, to become true. To lose. All he's done is gain -- for the most part. He almost lost Geralt, once, and if he had, he cannot say what sort of god he would have become after. It had taken so long to bring him back, to help him gain his memories again.
The pain you know is coming?
His heart. Gods, it hurts. Like a physical thing. A squeeze. A prick. A stabbing.
All he has to do is take his hands back and keep running. Because that's what he'd been doing. Running. From a wave about to engulf him.]
We can run together. It's easier. It's so much easier than drowning.
of course not!!
The pain you know is coming?
His heart. Gods, it hurts. Like a physical thing. A squeeze. A prick. A stabbing.
All he has to do is take his hands back and keep running. Because that's what he'd been doing. Running. From a wave about to engulf him.]
We can run together. It's easier. It's so much easier than drowning.