[ Yeah. They're here. Or, if they must, they may go elsewhere—another world that tears open should this one prove unsustainable. Geralt isn't sure. Ciri is capable of much. He would never ask her to put herself in harm's way—nor would he ask her to sit idly by should they need her. As if she would even agree. He knows her better than that.
His hope is things will not go that far.
Dean's grasp catches him a little off guard. Geralt holds his gaze. Perhaps it is contradictory, but the desire to protect will always birth hypocrisy; he can't hold it against Dean when he's done the same. There are things he would give for his family he knows will pain them—has pained them—that he would not accept from them in return. It's simply how it is.
He doesn't say that Dean once made him awaken to learn he was gone. Take by some monster in the sea, then spat back up wrong. And though he seldom makes promises he can't keep, that isn't what this is about.
He gives Dean's shoulder a brief squeeze. ] I won't.
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His hope is things will not go that far.
Dean's grasp catches him a little off guard. Geralt holds his gaze. Perhaps it is contradictory, but the desire to protect will always birth hypocrisy; he can't hold it against Dean when he's done the same. There are things he would give for his family he knows will pain them—has pained them—that he would not accept from them in return. It's simply how it is.
He doesn't say that Dean once made him awaken to learn he was gone. Take by some monster in the sea, then spat back up wrong. And though he seldom makes promises he can't keep, that isn't what this is about.
He gives Dean's shoulder a brief squeeze. ] I won't.