[ In the end, the context matters more than anything. It matters because Geralt cannot really give a fuck about some vague conflict, some abstract notion of the end of days, coming. He cares about it as much as he does the Continent's cycle of war, one kingdom toppling another again and again. Blood spills. Cataclysms consume spheres. Monsters tear people apart. These things move like the ocean tide. It's foolhardy to try and stop every grain of sand from being swept away.
But when the threat is personal, it's different. It means something else to him, when there is a someone to protect.
He sets his glass on the table. Yeah. That's what Castiel had implied. ] An instrument of absolution.
[ Somehow, that aspect is easier to swallow. He's been through the same, with Ciri. (Is still going through the same.) Things, people, that want to use another for their own ends—that isn't new. Though he has to ask what it is Dean possesses that makes him the vessel. Or is it just prophecy, written, that no one's ever questioned?
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But when the threat is personal, it's different. It means something else to him, when there is a someone to protect.
He sets his glass on the table. Yeah. That's what Castiel had implied. ] An instrument of absolution.
[ Somehow, that aspect is easier to swallow. He's been through the same, with Ciri. (Is still going through the same.) Things, people, that want to use another for their own ends—that isn't new. Though he has to ask what it is Dean possesses that makes him the vessel. Or is it just prophecy, written, that no one's ever questioned?
He pauses. ] What are you afraid he'll do?