[ Geralt gives a noncommittal shrug. Perhaps that says enough. The simple answer is yes; the real answer is that he lives amongst the humans, and cares for a not insignificant number of them. The real answer is everyone, everything, on the Continent carries a cruel streak that gleams especially sharp when fear grips them. He did not exactly find compassion waiting on the Witchers' frosty doorsteps when he first arrived. It took a long time for Kaer Morhen to become associated with warmth and home.
It's a waste of time to stay angry over common facets of the world.
He's more interested in Castiel's description of his first meeting with Dean. Can imagine that well. ]
Lucky you've a sturdy heart. [ In more ways than one.
Geralt swirls a finger in the water. Nods. He's received a vague telling of that, though not the particulars. The end of days, prophecies. Concepts with which he's grown intimately familiar.
The regret in Castiel's voice catches his attention. He's learned enough between the angel and Lucifer and Dean, he thinks, to venture a guess as to what transpired: ] You left your realm for his.
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It's a waste of time to stay angry over common facets of the world.
He's more interested in Castiel's description of his first meeting with Dean. Can imagine that well. ]
Lucky you've a sturdy heart. [ In more ways than one.
Geralt swirls a finger in the water. Nods. He's received a vague telling of that, though not the particulars. The end of days, prophecies. Concepts with which he's grown intimately familiar.
The regret in Castiel's voice catches his attention. He's learned enough between the angel and Lucifer and Dean, he thinks, to venture a guess as to what transpired: ] You left your realm for his.