[ They take their time. He's in no hurry to finish, nor to leave. Just picks up the pieces, places them back on the standing half of the tree. What remains of the shattered monolith is covered up, bit by bit.
He isn't looking to change it back to how it was before. Only to fix it. What's done can't be undone. But it can be repaired. Healed.
When they place the final piece together, something seems to shift—the tree righting itself a little on its own. A thick crack down the middle shows where it splintered. Otherwise, it stands. Sturdy as ever. He looks up at it, wondering if Vesemir would have repaired it the same way. He imagines so. Rebuilding is what they do, until they no longer can. Until there's none of them left to do so. ]
It should hold. [ He glances over at Ciri. Only one part left: the medallions, waiting to be hung back up. He takes a nail and offers it to her. A moment passes before he says, ] I remember the Wild Hunt. Stepping into their world with you. [ He takes a nail of his own. ] When we first found each other here, you said they've been pursuing you across every sphere.
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He isn't looking to change it back to how it was before. Only to fix it. What's done can't be undone. But it can be repaired. Healed.
When they place the final piece together, something seems to shift—the tree righting itself a little on its own. A thick crack down the middle shows where it splintered. Otherwise, it stands. Sturdy as ever. He looks up at it, wondering if Vesemir would have repaired it the same way. He imagines so. Rebuilding is what they do, until they no longer can. Until there's none of them left to do so. ]
It should hold. [ He glances over at Ciri. Only one part left: the medallions, waiting to be hung back up. He takes a nail and offers it to her. A moment passes before he says, ] I remember the Wild Hunt. Stepping into their world with you. [ He takes a nail of his own. ] When we first found each other here, you said they've been pursuing you across every sphere.