[ Geralt joins Nero in peering down. Endless blue sky and white clouds. Typical. Now what?
He looks back up at the mountains, the sun, the smooth marble. He does not yet quite make out the shape of hands, but he's beginning to—starting to put together that they aren't individual marble pillars, but part of a larger structure.
Wait. Flip? Is that why? Because he went down?
Well. ] Suppose we're going up.
[ Where else if down isn't an option? He starts forward. ]
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He looks back up at the mountains, the sun, the smooth marble. He does not yet quite make out the shape of hands, but he's beginning to—starting to put together that they aren't individual marble pillars, but part of a larger structure.
Wait. Flip? Is that why? Because he went down?
Well. ] Suppose we're going up.
[ Where else if down isn't an option? He starts forward. ]
You haven't felt this before in the Horizon?