[ As much as Geralt rarely talks of himself, or his past, it's less to do with reluctance and more that it simply is not relevant. A complicated history that most have no need to know nor would it matter much to them.

Kyle is showing him something, though. Something familiar. His eyes wander over the scars, the markings—interest, but also an understanding. There is a difference between scars earned in battle and those gained from what molded you. The Trials didn't physically scar him as some of the others. But it did leave another sort of mark. ]

I wasn't born with these eyes. Or hair. [ He's no longer bitter over it, really, but maybe some part of him has never fully moved on, either. ] They said learning endurance would help us survive the mutations. Always thought that was bullshit. They just didn't want to waste bread when two thirds of us wouldn't see the winter through.

[ Why feed those who might soon be dead? ]