[ Compartmentalizing is where they're both at. Geralt has not stopped to think about any particular loss individually. Feels like if he does, it'll cascade and he's got too much going on in the immediate presence for that. Too many people looking towards him.
Maybe there's more than one reason he's itched to get back on his horse. Easier to move on when you're actually moving.
The half-smile is matched in turn. In answer, he produces not a dart, but a slim throwing knife from his boot. He's come across darts in Cadens. They're foreign to him, the flimsy weight of one unsatisfying. They are, in other words, not as fun to throw, even if Geralt will never use the word fun to describe his enjoyment of an activity.
He understands the value of darts, where crowded taverns are concerned. But they're in the Horizon. They can throw as many knives as they please without nailing some poor bastard in the eye who stood up at the wrong time.
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Maybe there's more than one reason he's itched to get back on his horse. Easier to move on when you're actually moving.
The half-smile is matched in turn. In answer, he produces not a dart, but a slim throwing knife from his boot. He's come across darts in Cadens. They're foreign to him, the flimsy weight of one unsatisfying. They are, in other words, not as fun to throw, even if Geralt will never use the word fun to describe his enjoyment of an activity.
He understands the value of darts, where crowded taverns are concerned. But they're in the Horizon. They can throw as many knives as they please without nailing some poor bastard in the eye who stood up at the wrong time.
He raises an eyebrow. Well? ]