[ Geralt drops that bomb in his usual way, his tone and word choice making everything curt and to the point. He doesn't dwell on it, and no anger or sorrow clings to his voice. It is what it is. The world is a cruel place, people can be terrible to those who frighten them, and that's that.

Still, as far as Steve's aware this is the first time Geralt has admitted to the fact that his order was wiped out like that. Not imploded from the inside, but hunted down by a mob. Steve sucks in a breath and lets it out again, eyeing his drink with the realization that he doesn't have a taste for it anymore. ]

Guess that's all it takes, huh.

[ He draws a hand up to run down his face. They somehow ended up at this somber place, but he isn't going to dwell in it for too long. ]

I've fought for my people before. I'll do it again, if it comes to that.

[ He's pretty sure that's a point they can agree on.

There's a beat, and then he adds with a one-armed shrug: ] Or maybe that dream we had was right, and they'll start worshipping us. [ He doesn't look any more thrilled about that prospect. ]