[ sam will give him the time, however long he needs it. he's not in any hurry, and there's an aspect to just sitting out in the trees, outside of the castle, that brings about a peace of mind that he's just now realizing he hasn't really had since leaving the horizon. and there is absolutely something to say about that, something that doesn't go unnoticed by sam, while they remain here. while geralt thinks, sam shifts where he's seated, crossing his legs and letting his attention move down to the grass.
it's another couple of moments before sam looks back to geralt - again, patient but there, waiting to hear what it is he is considering sharing. there is an odd feeling in his gut that it isn't something he wants to hear, which is obvious enough by the way geralt led into this whole thing, but he's glad when geralt continues all the same - skirted details or not.
those who are left are it. sam's brow furrows a little as he processes that information, as he takes in geralt's lack of real reaction to the information. ]
And you're one of the few left?
[ it's an overwhelming idea, being faced with what feels like an extinction. whether or not sam knows what it feels like, there is a weight to the concept that settles heavy and hard in his chest. something uncomfortable, something without words. it feels awful and while sam might not even know a portion of the reasoning or explanations around the whole ordeal, the expression he gives geralt is not of concern, or pity, but a layer of understanding. or an attempt to. ]
I'm sorry. [ he eventually offers, and he is genuine when he says it. ] I mean- I probably would have offered it to you anyway, even if I'd known, but that's... [ sam shakes his head, then, a hand moving to rub at the back of his neck. ] That's intense shit.
[ and okay, not sam's most eloquent reaction to finding out someone he considers fairly close, by this point, was a child experiment and potentially one of the last of his kind. but he is trying, and thinks he deserves a level of grace for that. but it's another moment, maybe even two, before he looks back to geralt again. ]
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it's another couple of moments before sam looks back to geralt - again, patient but there, waiting to hear what it is he is considering sharing. there is an odd feeling in his gut that it isn't something he wants to hear, which is obvious enough by the way geralt led into this whole thing, but he's glad when geralt continues all the same - skirted details or not.
those who are left are it. sam's brow furrows a little as he processes that information, as he takes in geralt's lack of real reaction to the information. ]
And you're one of the few left?
[ it's an overwhelming idea, being faced with what feels like an extinction. whether or not sam knows what it feels like, there is a weight to the concept that settles heavy and hard in his chest. something uncomfortable, something without words. it feels awful and while sam might not even know a portion of the reasoning or explanations around the whole ordeal, the expression he gives geralt is not of concern, or pity, but a layer of understanding. or an attempt to. ]
I'm sorry. [ he eventually offers, and he is genuine when he says it. ] I mean- I probably would have offered it to you anyway, even if I'd known, but that's... [ sam shakes his head, then, a hand moving to rub at the back of his neck. ] That's intense shit.
[ and okay, not sam's most eloquent reaction to finding out someone he considers fairly close, by this point, was a child experiment and potentially one of the last of his kind. but he is trying, and thinks he deserves a level of grace for that. but it's another moment, maybe even two, before he looks back to geralt again. ]
Can I ask you something?