All right. Geralt accepts that without further comment. Nothing about Nero makes sense; he can acknowledge that the man can regrow an arm, sprout a tail, turn into a demon, and apparently summon an elk to ram enemies with its antlers.
He shakes his head and walks off. If it were anyone else, Geralt would have thanked them. It's Nero, so he doesn't. Not verbally. The understanding exists in the space where words are not spoken. It's not the point, that Nero would not have died. He still took a blow meant for Geralt. And that means something to him. Perhaps more so because—
Hm. It's difficult to explain. His thoughts are disrupted anyhow when Nero stops talking. Starts to walk in a completely opposite direction, faster and faster. ]
Nero— [ Geralt catches up, reaching for Nero's arm. He stares into the night, trying to make out what could be there. Nothing. No sound, no light, no shape. Just the blizzard and screaming winds. ] What is it?
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All right. Geralt accepts that without further comment. Nothing about Nero makes sense; he can acknowledge that the man can regrow an arm, sprout a tail, turn into a demon, and apparently summon an elk to ram enemies with its antlers.
He shakes his head and walks off. If it were anyone else, Geralt would have thanked them. It's Nero, so he doesn't. Not verbally. The understanding exists in the space where words are not spoken. It's not the point, that Nero would not have died. He still took a blow meant for Geralt. And that means something to him. Perhaps more so because—
Hm. It's difficult to explain. His thoughts are disrupted anyhow when Nero stops talking. Starts to walk in a completely opposite direction, faster and faster. ]
Nero— [ Geralt catches up, reaching for Nero's arm. He stares into the night, trying to make out what could be there. Nothing. No sound, no light, no shape. Just the blizzard and screaming winds. ] What is it?