[ Geralt can agree with that. They can discuss the mystery of Steve's world when they aren't. Here.
Here, inside another growing memory. Not the worst of them; not the best, either. He glances up from the medallion, snapped out of his thoughts when Steve speaks.
He can see it. The understanding that dawns on Steve's face. Something about it makes him close up on instinct—not because he gives a shit if Steve knows, but because right now, it is not his choice to tell. And he hates that the Horizon keeps doing this to him. Wrenching his past out of his hands.
He drops the medallion, straightening up. ]
Mm. [ Yeah. He knows it. ] It's home. A part of it.
[ He didn't grow up here, entirely, but it's as much a piece of his childhood as the warm halls Vesemir later took them to.
He wanders to the door, where the bolted lock is waiting. Same as ever. Rusted. A shitty lock that'd barely keep out a grown man, but plenty good enough for a handful of starving boys. Last time, it wouldn't break. When he was trapped with Kyle. Perhaps now—
He gives it a jerk, once, twice. It holds fast. Of course. He sighs. There's a sense he expected this. ]
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Here, inside another growing memory. Not the worst of them; not the best, either. He glances up from the medallion, snapped out of his thoughts when Steve speaks.
He can see it. The understanding that dawns on Steve's face. Something about it makes him close up on instinct—not because he gives a shit if Steve knows, but because right now, it is not his choice to tell. And he hates that the Horizon keeps doing this to him. Wrenching his past out of his hands.
He drops the medallion, straightening up. ]
Mm. [ Yeah. He knows it. ] It's home. A part of it.
[ He didn't grow up here, entirely, but it's as much a piece of his childhood as the warm halls Vesemir later took them to.
He wanders to the door, where the bolted lock is waiting. Same as ever. Rusted. A shitty lock that'd barely keep out a grown man, but plenty good enough for a handful of starving boys. Last time, it wouldn't break. When he was trapped with Kyle. Perhaps now—
He gives it a jerk, once, twice. It holds fast. Of course. He sighs. There's a sense he expected this. ]
You do it.