[ It strikes him now and again, when he reflects on when they met—because how many of them remain who remember it, being trapped in the dungeons? Julie, scant others he can count on one hand. The number dwindles further when it comes to the first of them, who arrived locked away at the very start. More and more, he senses that part of their beginnings waning into rumours and stories. He supposes he should be familiar with that. Time wears down all things. It happened so quickly, though. Within months, barely a year. He feels it, deep down inside: an unconscious drifting towards the handful left who remember, a kinship he can't help grasping onto. It isn't quite the same thing, but it just—it reminds him of the way his own kind would fade and fade. In the world, in the memories of others.
But a few of them are here. The people most important to him remain. It means something to him, that Julie trusted him—him, Sam, everyone—enough to travel all that way to where they were in Cadens. ]
Of course. [ Monsters. A classic. Every Witcher loves good beast to hunt; what else are they made to do? He wraps his fingers around her wrist and guides it a little further up his chest. The quietest sound escapes him, something that passes for a laugh. ] Julie. Are you calling me a bug?
[ He will not deny she smells plenty sweet—does not hesitate to lean down and breath in the scent that he's grown more than familiar with. If she's here to snap him up, he can't say he minds. ]
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But a few of them are here. The people most important to him remain. It means something to him, that Julie trusted him—him, Sam, everyone—enough to travel all that way to where they were in Cadens. ]
Of course. [ Monsters. A classic. Every Witcher loves good beast to hunt; what else are they made to do? He wraps his fingers around her wrist and guides it a little further up his chest. The quietest sound escapes him, something that passes for a laugh. ] Julie. Are you calling me a bug?
[ He will not deny she smells plenty sweet—does not hesitate to lean down and breath in the scent that he's grown more than familiar with. If she's here to snap him up, he can't say he minds. ]