[ It's hard to know what to make of any of it, and Geralt isn't the type of man to attempt to persuade him either way. They're going to believe what they choose to out of that whole experience, and it's likely to differ from person to person.

He does raise an eyebrow at the remark about being even, because for a moment he doesn't really know what Geralt even owes him for. But the mention of Bucky, even vaguely, jogs his memory.

Right. That. Well, he'd already told Geralt a long time ago there were no hard feelings. ]

Yeah, I do. [ His gaze immediately flicks down to the tabletop between them. ] I don't like that I forgot him at all. From what I can remember, Sam and I kept reminding each other of him for a while, but over time it still wasn't enough.

[ He shakes his head and takes a long drink. He just can't accept that could ever happen, even after eight hundred years.

(But what if he's wrong?) ]