[ So far, the memories that have assaulted him come from those not near him at all in the Horizon. When his vision clears as he stumbles out into the snow and he sees the man before him, he stops abruptly. Blinks.
He releases a breath. Right. ] I don't even know what the fuck you saw.
[ The reply is gruff, a sense that this is less personal and more that Geralt is: one, naturally curmudgeonly on his best of days; and two, is especially not in the mood after a few days of this shit.
Still, he seems to soften a hint, as though he recognizes the man standing in front of him isn't. At fault. Exactly. ] You were with a boy. Training him.
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He releases a breath. Right. ] I don't even know what the fuck you saw.
[ The reply is gruff, a sense that this is less personal and more that Geralt is: one, naturally curmudgeonly on his best of days; and two, is especially not in the mood after a few days of this shit.
Still, he seems to soften a hint, as though he recognizes the man standing in front of him isn't. At fault. Exactly. ] You were with a boy. Training him.