One twice is a turn of phrase he catches. Geralt glances at her briefly.
"You think it's the same one."
As what? The wolves are him, he imagines: white fur, sharp teeth. Mountain wolves. But that hound had been all Jo, and it isn't until she says so that it strikes him this place may not have dreamed up just any hellhound from her memories. Instead, it's a specific one.
The one that took her? He hasn't given her death much thought. He knows it happens, knows it can't have been pretty, but the details were not for him to pick at. They aren't now, either—but considering that hound nearly tore into him, too, it's a tad more relevant.
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"You think it's the same one."
As what? The wolves are him, he imagines: white fur, sharp teeth. Mountain wolves. But that hound had been all Jo, and it isn't until she says so that it strikes him this place may not have dreamed up just any hellhound from her memories. Instead, it's a specific one.
The one that took her? He hasn't given her death much thought. He knows it happens, knows it can't have been pretty, but the details were not for him to pick at. They aren't now, either—but considering that hound nearly tore into him, too, it's a tad more relevant.