[The thing a little time does to him. He looks between Geralt's face -- hard, impassive, sees all the lines Credo once'd had when he was looking at him with that sick mixture of disappointment and pity. Back to the light. It's there. And he thinks -- he thinks he hears her, but he doesn't hear her. It's more like an echo.
He curses.
Any less time, he'd get Geralt to let go of him. There's no way even a guy as strong as him could hold Nero down when even Dante couldn't.
His free hand wipes his face, rubbing his eyes.] Again? How many times is this fuckin' place gonna do this to me? I just --
[He isn't pulling anymore, and though Geralt's grip is bruising, it's not what he's paying attention to.] I need to see her.
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He curses.
Any less time, he'd get Geralt to let go of him. There's no way even a guy as strong as him could hold Nero down when even Dante couldn't.
His free hand wipes his face, rubbing his eyes.] Again? How many times is this fuckin' place gonna do this to me? I just --
[He isn't pulling anymore, and though Geralt's grip is bruising, it's not what he's paying attention to.] I need to see her.