[ It makes sense, at face value. The actual concept of it, less so. There's an extremely long pause, which can be mistaken as either Geralt ignoring her or accurately interpreted as him being genuinely lost in thought while he contemplates this new piece of information.
Eventually, he replies, ] I see.
[ He does not see, but it's of no consequence. It's the Horizon. He can acknowledge that her machine raptor was built by a more complicated machine, and leave it at that. He turns his attention to the sky instead, rapidly becoming blotted out in the growing storm. What's the distance to the pillars? He never reached them with Nero. They'd taken shelter, then collapsed back into the Horizon proper. ]
We should watch the slopes to the east. [ The machine they're riding on is heavy, steps weighted, and the snow is powdered—blown into loose drifts by the western winds. The last thing he needs is to end up buried. ]
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Eventually, he replies, ] I see.
[ He does not see, but it's of no consequence. It's the Horizon. He can acknowledge that her machine raptor was built by a more complicated machine, and leave it at that. He turns his attention to the sky instead, rapidly becoming blotted out in the growing storm. What's the distance to the pillars? He never reached them with Nero. They'd taken shelter, then collapsed back into the Horizon proper. ]
We should watch the slopes to the east. [ The machine they're riding on is heavy, steps weighted, and the snow is powdered—blown into loose drifts by the western winds. The last thing he needs is to end up buried. ]