Yeah. My elk. [He says, combined with a shrug, is about all the explanation Geralt seems to get for it. Nero checks the wounds, taking Red Queen and stabbing her into the snow while he waits.
His hand is bloodied when he takes it away, but the wounds are healed.
Still hurt like a bitch.]
Who said I needed stealth? This girl protects me just fine. [He gives his blade a pat, and as if acknowledgement, she disappears. Huh. Everyone seems to like doin' that lately once they've done their job.
A little annoying considering he's so used to Queen's weight on his back. Feels kind of naked without her, actually.]
Yeah, I guess so. 'Specially when I'm full of holes. Wind goes right through me! [He grins at Geralt, knowing he'll probably get another "shut up." And he's welcome, by the way. For the cool life-saving.] Guess we better keep goin' down. I'm not sure what's making those pop up here, but I'm willing to bet it's --
[He pauses. Squints into the dark again. He listens, waiting for another telltale crack of ice... but the wind's picking up, and as he turns around, up towards the peak, with the last vestiges of the sun still lighting it, the snow starts coming in harder.
Then: a light. But it feels like more than that. It's not the first time Nero's been in complete darkness. Surrounded by something much bigger than him. As the sun sinks and the snow swallows sound, it's like being there again. In that stupid fucking statue. Feeling the life sucked out of him, as solid as one of its hands squeezing around him. All he'd had in that darkness was a single spot of light.
Kyrie.]
Hey. [He starts walking past Geralt, forgetting about the disappearance of Red Queen, of the elk, of the frosts. There's just that light. Her.] Hey! Wait up!
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His hand is bloodied when he takes it away, but the wounds are healed.
Still hurt like a bitch.]
Who said I needed stealth? This girl protects me just fine. [He gives his blade a pat, and as if acknowledgement, she disappears. Huh. Everyone seems to like doin' that lately once they've done their job.
A little annoying considering he's so used to Queen's weight on his back. Feels kind of naked without her, actually.]
Yeah, I guess so. 'Specially when I'm full of holes. Wind goes right through me! [He grins at Geralt, knowing he'll probably get another "shut up." And he's welcome, by the way. For the cool life-saving.] Guess we better keep goin' down. I'm not sure what's making those pop up here, but I'm willing to bet it's --
[He pauses. Squints into the dark again. He listens, waiting for another telltale crack of ice... but the wind's picking up, and as he turns around, up towards the peak, with the last vestiges of the sun still lighting it, the snow starts coming in harder.
Then: a light. But it feels like more than that. It's not the first time Nero's been in complete darkness. Surrounded by something much bigger than him. As the sun sinks and the snow swallows sound, it's like being there again. In that stupid fucking statue. Feeling the life sucked out of him, as solid as one of its hands squeezing around him. All he'd had in that darkness was a single spot of light.
Kyrie.]
Hey. [He starts walking past Geralt, forgetting about the disappearance of Red Queen, of the elk, of the frosts. There's just that light. Her.] Hey! Wait up!