[ He releases a breath, watching her carefully. He doesn't...it isn't his intention to make her feel as if he's giving anything up. Because he isn't. When he meant to leave Kaer Morhen that day—he'd decided, then, that whatever happens, his place is with her. Keeping her safe.
His hand lands on her shoulder. He peers down at her. ] You said it yourself. We've been pulled from our paths. [ There is no other him. There is no other Ciri, existing out there. Here, this is what they have of each other. And it isn't what they expected; it's cracked and worn, but it's theirs. ] We can't live our lives trying to turn back. We can only move forward.
[ If this sphere is where they can do so, then that's where he'll be. With her. Voleth Meir was right about one thing, if in the wrong way: she is the future. His future, he thinks. Until he found Ciri, he never believed he had one. For any Witcher, their lives leave behind at most an old medallion hung on a tree buried in the mountains. They haven't got futures. They haven't got legacies. For the first time, he has more than the promise of a bloody death, alone in the woods somewhere. ]
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His hand lands on her shoulder. He peers down at her. ] You said it yourself. We've been pulled from our paths. [ There is no other him. There is no other Ciri, existing out there. Here, this is what they have of each other. And it isn't what they expected; it's cracked and worn, but it's theirs. ] We can't live our lives trying to turn back. We can only move forward.
[ If this sphere is where they can do so, then that's where he'll be. With her. Voleth Meir was right about one thing, if in the wrong way: she is the future. His future, he thinks. Until he found Ciri, he never believed he had one. For any Witcher, their lives leave behind at most an old medallion hung on a tree buried in the mountains. They haven't got futures. They haven't got legacies. For the first time, he has more than the promise of a bloody death, alone in the woods somewhere. ]