[ Yeah. Well. Dean isn't necessarily wrong. Truthfully, it dug so deep he even went to fucking speak to Sam at the time. Unprompted. He's not sure it helped.
And that damn place is still there.
His eyes linger on Dean a moment longer. Then he grabs a bottle and takes the last few steps to one of the tables. He swings his leg over the bench. ]
What would you like me to say? [ He's quiet, no longer as sharply angry, but a marked bitterness edges his words, one he can't shake. His fingers curl around the bottle, unnoticed, until it whines. ] That the horrors in my head have taken root in a place that's built upon my thoughts and memories? That I can't construct a home without soaking it in blood?
[ It is not just that it's taken hold. Ciri shares this place with him. It's her home, too. And though he's been able to separate it in the past—that he knows what lies in his history doesn't mean he can't provide Ciri the home she deserves, that he has never hidden from her darker truths—right now, it slithers under his skin, the thought that she should have better. ]
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And that damn place is still there.
His eyes linger on Dean a moment longer. Then he grabs a bottle and takes the last few steps to one of the tables. He swings his leg over the bench. ]
What would you like me to say? [ He's quiet, no longer as sharply angry, but a marked bitterness edges his words, one he can't shake. His fingers curl around the bottle, unnoticed, until it whines. ] That the horrors in my head have taken root in a place that's built upon my thoughts and memories? That I can't construct a home without soaking it in blood?
[ It is not just that it's taken hold. Ciri shares this place with him. It's her home, too. And though he's been able to separate it in the past—that he knows what lies in his history doesn't mean he can't provide Ciri the home she deserves, that he has never hidden from her darker truths—right now, it slithers under his skin, the thought that she should have better. ]