[ Geralt leans his shoulder against the wall. His eyes flick from the dog—something strange he can't put his finger on—and then to Kyle.
Straight to the point. He doesn't mind. ]
Yes. [ Kyle was not the first encounter he had where memories were pulled forth; he'd found the same in the maze, the snowy mountains. ] When I was boy. It's where we were kept.
[ Kept and trained, and then the whole fucking place fell to pieces. He can see Kyle's gaze on his medallion, and he subconsciously turns it back around to display the wolf head instead. It bothers him, deep down, that he can't rid himself of that symbol he never chose. ]
no subject
Straight to the point. He doesn't mind. ]
Yes. [ Kyle was not the first encounter he had where memories were pulled forth; he'd found the same in the maze, the snowy mountains. ] When I was boy. It's where we were kept.
[ Kept and trained, and then the whole fucking place fell to pieces. He can see Kyle's gaze on his medallion, and he subconsciously turns it back around to display the wolf head instead. It bothers him, deep down, that he can't rid himself of that symbol he never chose. ]
Is that what you asked me here to talk about?