[ Ah. That's what weighs on Alucard's mind. The idea that he may have to live through some further tragedies of his own. It speaks to the bleakness of Alucard's life that his thought is it'll be full of horrors, but knowing what he does—Geralt can't blame him. Alucard's probably right.
His gaze lowers to the fire. ] I know. [ He's worried, too. ] But he'll find his feet again.
[ It's what he believes. Jaskier is not faint of heart. He has a forgiving heart, but Geralt knows better than to mistake it for a soft one. ]
Every world holds the potential for pain, Alucard. Here or home. [ He's suffered on both. They all have. And they all bear it the same. Even if he failed to remember what he does now—it's not as though they've been living amongst only sunshine here. ]
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His gaze lowers to the fire. ] I know. [ He's worried, too. ] But he'll find his feet again.
[ It's what he believes. Jaskier is not faint of heart. He has a forgiving heart, but Geralt knows better than to mistake it for a soft one. ]
Every world holds the potential for pain, Alucard. Here or home. [ He's suffered on both. They all have. And they all bear it the same. Even if he failed to remember what he does now—it's not as though they've been living amongst only sunshine here. ]