[ Yeah. That answers enough. So does I followed orders. That's the other end of it not many understand. When it's family, but there's an environment there, an expectation that you do as you're told. He's experienced both sides of it—that unyielding period before and after the Trials under an even older, more cantankerous Witcher, and the years afterwards under Vesemir. Still a hard bastard, but. One who gave a shit about more than if his boys could stand and lift a sword.
He half-perches on the table as Dean admits defeat. The curl of his lips is satisfied, not from the concession but from the entire event; it was something of a worthwhile competition, which he's not had a while. Winter at Kaer Morhen was...different, his most recent return. Between Ciri, Eskel, and here in this world—
He knows what he took on. He doesn't regret it. But he does miss it, a simpler time unwinding. ]
I know that feeling. [ Herding cats indeed. He exchanges the dagger in his hand for his glass. Only then does the blade Dean wedged in there a round or two ago finally drop, burying point down in the floors. Hm. Timely. ] Let me guess—fond of mouthing off and making it worse?
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He half-perches on the table as Dean admits defeat. The curl of his lips is satisfied, not from the concession but from the entire event; it was something of a worthwhile competition, which he's not had a while. Winter at Kaer Morhen was...different, his most recent return. Between Ciri, Eskel, and here in this world—
He knows what he took on. He doesn't regret it. But he does miss it, a simpler time unwinding. ]
I know that feeling. [ Herding cats indeed. He exchanges the dagger in his hand for his glass. Only then does the blade Dean wedged in there a round or two ago finally drop, burying point down in the floors. Hm. Timely. ] Let me guess—fond of mouthing off and making it worse?