[ A long moment passes, silence settling between them. It fits, what she's telling him. It fits the woman he found on that bench all those months ago. They'd both made something, someone, they were meant to protect. He wonders if she felt it, too, at the time: a strange longing that couldn't be filled but sometimes abated when the shadowy child was there. ]
There was a girl. [ He's only admitted it to a small handful of people, exactly who that girl was. But Nadine is the only other person he'd met who'd had children in the Horizon—and he realizes now why that is. ] I left her, as well. Or I believed I did.
[ He doesn't expand on that last bit. Nadine doesn't need the headache of knowing the truth about Ciri—or the fact that he's no memories of ever coming face to face with this girl he's told he raised. ]
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There was a girl. [ He's only admitted it to a small handful of people, exactly who that girl was. But Nadine is the only other person he'd met who'd had children in the Horizon—and he realizes now why that is. ] I left her, as well. Or I believed I did.
[ He doesn't expand on that last bit. Nadine doesn't need the headache of knowing the truth about Ciri—or the fact that he's no memories of ever coming face to face with this girl he's told he raised. ]