[ At a certain point, Geralt has learned to take information presented to him at face value because doing otherwise would be too much of a fucking mess. For example, now. Even so, he can't help levelling the flattest stare at Dean throughout this increasingly absurd...tale.
It isn't that he fails to understand it. In the strictest sense, he does understand. Dean's hardly a master poet, but the story is not especially complex. It holds the familiar beats of any story. What is baffling to him is that Dean seems to wholeheartedly believe this is, what. Actually how their world came to being? That people are weighed and judged by these creatures based on their misdeeds? Perhaps the smallest grain of truth lies somewhere in there, in that—
Demons do prey on the desperate, do they not? He thinks of Voleth Meir, of the man Nadine calls Flagg. He's not so certain it's truly to do with the measure of one's heart. Maybe all it is, is that those who commit certain acts, for certain reasons, are most likely to have fallen prey to these demons at some point. Seems easy to do, when demons run amok in a world that according to Dean barely believes in them. Between this thing Dean calls god and Lucifer—to him, it all sounds like people being stolen by otherworldly beings, perhaps when they're at their weakest. On the cusp of death, for one.
A long stretch of silence passes. Geralt is aware that, at the crux of the matter, Dean is trying to tell him that a powerful demon has made its way into this sphere and that it may become a problem. He's aware that what's foremost on his mind is not the point. But it lingers. ]
So this god is the reason demons even exist in your sphere. When he chose to trap his creation in another world. [ He peers carefully at Dean. Finds another piece slotting into place. ] I know Castiel laid siege to this realm. I saw it, when we crossed paths. Is that what he was preventing? You, from becoming a demon?
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It isn't that he fails to understand it. In the strictest sense, he does understand. Dean's hardly a master poet, but the story is not especially complex. It holds the familiar beats of any story. What is baffling to him is that Dean seems to wholeheartedly believe this is, what. Actually how their world came to being? That people are weighed and judged by these creatures based on their misdeeds? Perhaps the smallest grain of truth lies somewhere in there, in that—
Demons do prey on the desperate, do they not? He thinks of Voleth Meir, of the man Nadine calls Flagg. He's not so certain it's truly to do with the measure of one's heart. Maybe all it is, is that those who commit certain acts, for certain reasons, are most likely to have fallen prey to these demons at some point. Seems easy to do, when demons run amok in a world that according to Dean barely believes in them. Between this thing Dean calls god and Lucifer—to him, it all sounds like people being stolen by otherworldly beings, perhaps when they're at their weakest. On the cusp of death, for one.
A long stretch of silence passes. Geralt is aware that, at the crux of the matter, Dean is trying to tell him that a powerful demon has made its way into this sphere and that it may become a problem. He's aware that what's foremost on his mind is not the point. But it lingers. ]
So this god is the reason demons even exist in your sphere. When he chose to trap his creation in another world. [ He peers carefully at Dean. Finds another piece slotting into place. ] I know Castiel laid siege to this realm. I saw it, when we crossed paths. Is that what he was preventing? You, from becoming a demon?