[Anyone else, Nero would've ripped out of their grip or rounded on them to let him go. His heart quickens, and this deep tug rips at his middle for even hesitating. So tight, so sudden, it almost hurts.
Pretty much like the ice striking him through the chest.]
You don't see it? [He turns back on Geralt, frowning, but something suddenly desperate there, open.] She's --
[He turns back. That light is still there. Still pulling at him. And though it's sudden, out of nowhere, maybe it's the adrenaline pumping through him from the fight that has him not thinking twice about it.
Or he's just that fucked up. Nero misses her.
It's that simple sometimes. Nero's fingers curl into a fist, his arm growing tight under Geralt's hold.] It's the way out. It's gotta be.
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Pretty much like the ice striking him through the chest.]
You don't see it? [He turns back on Geralt, frowning, but something suddenly desperate there, open.] She's --
[He turns back. That light is still there. Still pulling at him. And though it's sudden, out of nowhere, maybe it's the adrenaline pumping through him from the fight that has him not thinking twice about it.
Or he's just that fucked up. Nero misses her.
It's that simple sometimes. Nero's fingers curl into a fist, his arm growing tight under Geralt's hold.] It's the way out. It's gotta be.