[ Loaded to be certain. But she asks it with little by way of expectation, and after a few seconds of silence, he simply gives a noncommittal raise of an eyebrow and puts more chicken in his mouth. ]
We're harder to kill, for one.
[ Significantly harder. And yet still too easy to do so, it feels like. He leaves it at that. The rest, he thinks, is implied: as in, it also doesn't matter, either, whether they see themselves as human, as belonging. The humans clearly do not agree one way or the other.
Is that what it is? The kojin? He does remember. That'd been—a strange time for both of them. He considers before adding without much context, ]
She still has your gifts. [ The sweets, he means, and the shell. They had appeared, unbidden, even afterwards, and it only seemed fitting to give to Ciri. They were meant for her. ]
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We're harder to kill, for one.
[ Significantly harder. And yet still too easy to do so, it feels like. He leaves it at that. The rest, he thinks, is implied: as in, it also doesn't matter, either, whether they see themselves as human, as belonging. The humans clearly do not agree one way or the other.
Is that what it is? The kojin? He does remember. That'd been—a strange time for both of them. He considers before adding without much context, ]
She still has your gifts. [ The sweets, he means, and the shell. They had appeared, unbidden, even afterwards, and it only seemed fitting to give to Ciri. They were meant for her. ]