[ Eddie talks, and Geralt makes no indication he means to interrupt nor that he's waiting to get a word in. A small pause follows, the kind that always seems to be there before Geralt says anything. ]
I'm difficult to bore. [ He can, in fact, watch paint dry. It's meditative. ] You're referring to after Nocwich?
[ He's prodding, gently, in part because he doesn't think the man means just Nocwich or the looming war or...whatever's been happening lately. Inside the Horizon, outside of it. Corpses and the rising dead. The strange corruption that's choked so many of their creations.
Either way, something about Eddie has caught his interest. Perhaps he's just looking for a reason to leave behind his own bullshit for a time. It is far easier to listen to someone else's troubles than the turmoil inside him that's been threatening to overflow for days now. ]
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I'm difficult to bore. [ He can, in fact, watch paint dry. It's meditative. ] You're referring to after Nocwich?
[ He's prodding, gently, in part because he doesn't think the man means just Nocwich or the looming war or...whatever's been happening lately. Inside the Horizon, outside of it. Corpses and the rising dead. The strange corruption that's choked so many of their creations.
Either way, something about Eddie has caught his interest. Perhaps he's just looking for a reason to leave behind his own bullshit for a time. It is far easier to listen to someone else's troubles than the turmoil inside him that's been threatening to overflow for days now. ]