[ In the silence, Geralt waits. Doesn't push for an answer, doesn't offer Dean an out. A few questions cross his mind in the meantime. Namely, when did this start? He turns back towards their interactions, but nothing quite stands out prior to this moment. The last time they spoke, really spoke, had been inside Kaer Morhen, and if anyone had been volatile then, it was Geralt.
Dean doesn't say I don't know what's going on. He says, It's not good, and Geralt feels another piece click into place. The confirmation that Dean knows. Doesn't he? He knows he's been behaving strangely.
The sharp emotions—they concern him the most. It suggests something's taken hold of Dean, something rooted inside his head or heart, but which leaves Dean still him. A corruption rather than a possession. Only very few things, to his knowledge, do that. Curses, for one. A bestial infection, for another.
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Dean doesn't say I don't know what's going on. He says, It's not good, and Geralt feels another piece click into place. The confirmation that Dean knows. Doesn't he? He knows he's been behaving strangely.
The sharp emotions—they concern him the most. It suggests something's taken hold of Dean, something rooted inside his head or heart, but which leaves Dean still him. A corruption rather than a possession. Only very few things, to his knowledge, do that. Curses, for one. A bestial infection, for another.
Geralt studies him. ] Dean. What is it?