[Ouch. Normally he'd rise to the prickling response just to do it, but right now he lets her have it without a pause.
The question comes to his tongue and forces him to acknowledge how close he was to certain death. And after all this time, he liked to think he was very good at avoiding certain death. He did not head into the thick of things. Like a good, smart bard, he stayed on the sidelines and let the Witchers do all the work.
He doesn't want to acknowledge it. Dying is terribly inconvenient.
He's nearly famous again, after all.]
We both know I was about to die. [And there it is. Look. He got it out! Without crying! This is character development.] Without question. You were not close enough to -- to do that. What you did. With the sword. [The word escapes him, his hands gripping his reins tighter. Ah. Remember your stupid lessons with Geralt.] Parry. That's it. Before you parried him.
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The question comes to his tongue and forces him to acknowledge how close he was to certain death. And after all this time, he liked to think he was very good at avoiding certain death. He did not head into the thick of things. Like a good, smart bard, he stayed on the sidelines and let the Witchers do all the work.
He doesn't want to acknowledge it. Dying is terribly inconvenient.
He's nearly famous again, after all.]
We both know I was about to die. [And there it is. Look. He got it out! Without crying! This is character development.] Without question. You were not close enough to -- to do that. What you did. With the sword. [The word escapes him, his hands gripping his reins tighter. Ah. Remember your stupid lessons with Geralt.] Parry. That's it. Before you parried him.
[Okay, so he failed to put it in question form.]