[ Later (there will not be a later), Geralt can acknowledge this is as much his mistake as anyone's. He should've taken care of it downstairs, when they'd first run into this thing. They should've never walked away or gambled on the seventh floor.
Desperation and hope make for a dangerous combination.
He manages to snatch up his sword again. The tip of the blade slices a skittering thing with dozens of legs as he makes his way to Dean. Grabs him by the arm, and yanks him out of the path of diving talons. The creature banks too abruptly—smashes through what's left of a shattered window, slicing its own wings open in an arcing red spray. ]
Listen to me. That is not your brother. Leave it.
[ There's no turning back. They're mere feet from the doors ahead and he isn't leaving Dean behind. Not when they've come this far together, not when Dean might be the only person who can point the way to Ciri. And certainly not over a monster wearing his brother's face. ]
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Desperation and hope make for a dangerous combination.
He manages to snatch up his sword again. The tip of the blade slices a skittering thing with dozens of legs as he makes his way to Dean. Grabs him by the arm, and yanks him out of the path of diving talons. The creature banks too abruptly—smashes through what's left of a shattered window, slicing its own wings open in an arcing red spray. ]
Listen to me. That is not your brother. Leave it.
[ There's no turning back. They're mere feet from the doors ahead and he isn't leaving Dean behind. Not when they've come this far together, not when Dean might be the only person who can point the way to Ciri. And certainly not over a monster wearing his brother's face. ]