[ Half of it is to do with Dean; the other half is too much time spent peeling back what it is that lead people where they go. And it's about who more often than not. A dying wife, a husband with a wandering eye, a lost child.
A brother.
His expression softens. Yeah. That'll do it. He doesn't live in a world where you can trade for a death. People have tried. It's how curses and twisted abominations are born. But Dean's sphere seems to function more loosely where the dead are concerned, and he wonders if it's because no one in it truly dies. It sounds more, they are taken to another realm of existence by the entities which guard it. A bit like...hm. The Wild Hunt. Their stories, in any case, which he's come to realize may not all be myth alone. A soul, whisked away by the riders for eternity. It's been said by some they can be amenable to trading one soul for another. Should the stars align.
Maybe what catches Geralt's attention more is that Dean calls it his job. That he fixed it. As though—the duty of it outweighs the simple matter of his brother being his family. Of being someone he cared about. ]
He was important to you. [ Not a question. Geralt is certain there's more to the story—there always is—but he senses it's one that will come in pieces. ]
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A brother.
His expression softens. Yeah. That'll do it. He doesn't live in a world where you can trade for a death. People have tried. It's how curses and twisted abominations are born. But Dean's sphere seems to function more loosely where the dead are concerned, and he wonders if it's because no one in it truly dies. It sounds more, they are taken to another realm of existence by the entities which guard it. A bit like...hm. The Wild Hunt. Their stories, in any case, which he's come to realize may not all be myth alone. A soul, whisked away by the riders for eternity. It's been said by some they can be amenable to trading one soul for another. Should the stars align.
Maybe what catches Geralt's attention more is that Dean calls it his job. That he fixed it. As though—the duty of it outweighs the simple matter of his brother being his family. Of being someone he cared about. ]
He was important to you. [ Not a question. Geralt is certain there's more to the story—there always is—but he senses it's one that will come in pieces. ]