[ Geralt raises an eyebrow, leaning forward on the resting plank. He replies with a plain: ] Intact.
[ And that is all Dean will get out of him because he knows deflection like the underside of a horse hoof. They can discuss his state of being later. He is, for all intents and purposes, fine. He is not disturbed by the vision. He does not fear what he became. What he wants to know is how much of what he saw might come to pass—and why they were given such a glimpse. Who did it? The Singularity? The discordant voice of an unknown god?
Prophecy is never carved in stone (even when it physically is). The reasons behind whoever set this in motion, on the other hand, is tangible, real. That is the point he finds concerning.
But Geralt is not the one aggressively sawing into the evening right now.
He softens the silence by uncorking the bottle and holding it out. An offering. ]
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[ And that is all Dean will get out of him because he knows deflection like the underside of a horse hoof. They can discuss his state of being later. He is, for all intents and purposes, fine. He is not disturbed by the vision. He does not fear what he became. What he wants to know is how much of what he saw might come to pass—and why they were given such a glimpse. Who did it? The Singularity? The discordant voice of an unknown god?
Prophecy is never carved in stone (even when it physically is). The reasons behind whoever set this in motion, on the other hand, is tangible, real. That is the point he finds concerning.
But Geralt is not the one aggressively sawing into the evening right now.
He softens the silence by uncorking the bottle and holding it out. An offering. ]