[ Fru-fru bow gives it away, if nothing else—Geralt does not use a longbow, that much he is certain of—but the cheeky glance doesn't hurt. ]
Fuck off. [ This is what he gets for being the elder one. (Where have the rest of his brothers gone?) ] Are you sure I tolerated you for three hundred years?
[ That's a mystery he needs to solve when his memories return.
They trek up the snowy path towards the cabin. He's laid out the training yard as close to what feels right as he can. Each time he recalls a little more, he moves a bit here or there, building a familiar place he can look at. It's working, a bit. Pieces coming back. ]
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Fuck off. [ This is what he gets for being the elder one. (Where have the rest of his brothers gone?) ] Are you sure I tolerated you for three hundred years?
[ That's a mystery he needs to solve when his memories return.
They trek up the snowy path towards the cabin. He's laid out the training yard as close to what feels right as he can. Each time he recalls a little more, he moves a bit here or there, building a familiar place he can look at. It's working, a bit. Pieces coming back. ]