[ When Nero doesn't pull any harder, Geralt loosens his grip. His expression softens. Yeah. He understands. He does. He's chased echoes of Ciri before so many fucking times. Her shadow in the Horizon. Her memory in those nightmares. Desperate, every time, that something might be wrong.
It is never easy to let go. ]
You can't. [ He pauses. ] We need shelter. If we're still here after the storm passes and the light lingers, I'll come with you. All right?
[ He's hoping they will not be here for the entirety of the night's blizzard. But if they are—then that's a promise. He will. If only because he knows how it feels, that inkling of what if. Sometimes it's best to confront it head on. ]
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It is never easy to let go. ]
You can't. [ He pauses. ] We need shelter. If we're still here after the storm passes and the light lingers, I'll come with you. All right?
[ He's hoping they will not be here for the entirety of the night's blizzard. But if they are—then that's a promise. He will. If only because he knows how it feels, that inkling of what if. Sometimes it's best to confront it head on. ]