[ Really, she thought as much, that they couldn't all come home. If only because she figured that some Witchers were occasionally eaten by monsters (isn't that what monsters do?), and who was going to get those back? She'd even mentioned to Ciri, that she thought there would be more people who live at Kaer Morhen, that even with the medallions on the tree, it was such a smaller number than she'd initially assumed.
She closes her eyes tightly for a moment, because she remembers. She remembers the other thing she'd said too, This place gives us what we deserve. And what if this was what she deserved? To be abandoned over and over, to feel the endless pain and loneliness of people she cares for being taken from her again? Nothing she can do or change about it, only the repeated torture of it happening. What if she just hadn't understood until now, that Abraxas isn't a second chance, isn't real, that it's just Hell and she's here to be punished?
When she looks at him again, her eyes are bright, glistening in the corners where the tears don't fall. She can't seem to make her voice rise over a whisper, scratchy and thick. ] But what about when you're not here? When you leave me? All of you?
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She closes her eyes tightly for a moment, because she remembers. She remembers the other thing she'd said too, This place gives us what we deserve. And what if this was what she deserved? To be abandoned over and over, to feel the endless pain and loneliness of people she cares for being taken from her again? Nothing she can do or change about it, only the repeated torture of it happening. What if she just hadn't understood until now, that Abraxas isn't a second chance, isn't real, that it's just Hell and she's here to be punished?
When she looks at him again, her eyes are bright, glistening in the corners where the tears don't fall. She can't seem to make her voice rise over a whisper, scratchy and thick. ] But what about when you're not here? When you leave me? All of you?