[ But before Ciri can process what he's just admitted, what it might mean in connection to what's happened to Yennefer (he'd had his mind fucked with, so what about her?), Geralt moves on to another problem entirely. In a way, he answers her question.
Why now?
Ciri stares at him, wide-eyed and very still. She should have fucking known. She should have figured it out. It makes a sick amount of sense, doesn't it?
It always comes back to her. ]
I do not have the power to put memories in other people's heads. Memories I never experienced.
[ She points out flatly, voice low, but in the back of her mind, there is a sandpaper-scraping doubt that drags against her brain, a wriggling uncertainty like worms in her veins. All these years, all these places she's been to and people she's met, and the truth is that no one, not even the Aen Elle, have been able to explain to her the limits of her powers. If there are any.
And that is the most frightening thought of all.
Jaskier had called her selfish for immediately jumping to the conclusion that she must be source of his problems a few weeks back (it feels so long ago, all of a sudden). Ciri wishes it was only that. She might be selfish in plenty of ways, but unfortunately, she has also grown to have good reason to think in such a way. It's hardly a blessing. She never wanted all these things to be about her at all. ]
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...what.
[ But before Ciri can process what he's just admitted, what it might mean in connection to what's happened to Yennefer (he'd had his mind fucked with, so what about her?), Geralt moves on to another problem entirely. In a way, he answers her question.
Why now?
Ciri stares at him, wide-eyed and very still. She should have fucking known. She should have figured it out. It makes a sick amount of sense, doesn't it?
It always comes back to her. ]
I do not have the power to put memories in other people's heads. Memories I never experienced.
[ She points out flatly, voice low, but in the back of her mind, there is a sandpaper-scraping doubt that drags against her brain, a wriggling uncertainty like worms in her veins. All these years, all these places she's been to and people she's met, and the truth is that no one, not even the Aen Elle, have been able to explain to her the limits of her powers. If there are any.
And that is the most frightening thought of all.
Jaskier had called her selfish for immediately jumping to the conclusion that she must be source of his problems a few weeks back (it feels so long ago, all of a sudden). Ciri wishes it was only that. She might be selfish in plenty of ways, but unfortunately, she has also grown to have good reason to think in such a way. It's hardly a blessing. She never wanted all these things to be about her at all. ]
I didn't do this, Geralt.
[ I didn't mean to. ]