[Oh, gods, he's being comforted about this, and it's all the worse for it. Not that he certainly misses the motherly vibes that come off of Nadine -- that's about the only type who can stand working on Geralt, he assumes -- it's simply. It's been a lot, lately, the last month. A lot.
Her proclamation nearly perfectly mirrors Julie's, making him sort of laugh-sob. Oh, for the gods's sake. They really don't get it. He shakes his head, giving his cheeks a good smack. See? He's fine. The rosy tint is simply from the smack.]
Yes, well, Julie said the same, but it's simply -- [He gestures, sort of rolling his hands through the air, with nothing else to do with them.] It's hard to explain, that he is simply not often treated like a person. Of course, my songs have surely helped that through time, as long as I've known him, but there's plenty that -- you know, they don't greet Witchers with compassion. In fact, I would say compassion is in short supply on the Continent. And everywhere else.
[And he feels it's worth speaking of if Nadine, by her own admission, was so eager to become... well, whatever her Santa Claus/Jesus Christ magic man is, or was, or if she has changed to be the same at all.]
I'm glad. To hear it, I mean. [It's not even entirely about her helping him. Perhaps it's the snow, the idyllic atmosphere; it has pinged the softened sentimentality in him, and now his emotions are demanding release after a month of being tamped down. Not, that he thinks, she should be subject to their release.] At any rate, I've said my piece, though I see why you were so eager to change the subject. Even after all these years, bearing one's heart is as difficult as ever.
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Her proclamation nearly perfectly mirrors Julie's, making him sort of laugh-sob. Oh, for the gods's sake. They really don't get it. He shakes his head, giving his cheeks a good smack. See? He's fine. The rosy tint is simply from the smack.]
Yes, well, Julie said the same, but it's simply -- [He gestures, sort of rolling his hands through the air, with nothing else to do with them.] It's hard to explain, that he is simply not often treated like a person. Of course, my songs have surely helped that through time, as long as I've known him, but there's plenty that -- you know, they don't greet Witchers with compassion. In fact, I would say compassion is in short supply on the Continent. And everywhere else.
[And he feels it's worth speaking of if Nadine, by her own admission, was so eager to become... well, whatever her Santa Claus/Jesus Christ magic man is, or was, or if she has changed to be the same at all.]
I'm glad. To hear it, I mean. [It's not even entirely about her helping him. Perhaps it's the snow, the idyllic atmosphere; it has pinged the softened sentimentality in him, and now his emotions are demanding release after a month of being tamped down. Not, that he thinks, she should be subject to their release.] At any rate, I've said my piece, though I see why you were so eager to change the subject. Even after all these years, bearing one's heart is as difficult as ever.