( Something wry and knowing tugs at his lips, pulling one corner up into a smile. We make our own — yeah, that sounds about right. The more he gets to know Geralt, the more it cements the fact that a hunter's a hunter, no matter if you were Captain America'd by mages or brought up the good old-fashioned way. Universes be damned.
One or two less each time sounds familiar, too. That's the life.
He doesn't comment on that, nor on the (extremely satisfying) fuck-up of form. Instead: )
Who's Vesemir?
( Context clues say Papa Witcher, but a little confirmation couldn't hurt. )
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One or two less each time sounds familiar, too. That's the life.
He doesn't comment on that, nor on the (extremely satisfying) fuck-up of form. Instead: )
Who's Vesemir?
( Context clues say Papa Witcher, but a little confirmation couldn't hurt. )