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Geralt is always reachable by the network. Unless it's an emergency, expect not to hear back for a few hours, if not a few days.

To talk to him in person, you'll need to be in Cadens or go to his domain, a snowy mountain fortress. Yard is open; doors are locked. If he isn't around, leave a delivery with the white wolf.

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a few minutes later of holding his guts in

[vengeanceinside]

[There's a thousand thoughts pinging through his brain. Going through his whole life. Maybe that's what they mean when it flashes before your eyes, except his isn't flashes. It's like the whole damn thing, laid out in front of him. Where he's supposed to be going. The Underworld? Nowhere? Is he going home to Kyrie? They never said where the fuck dead Summoned go.

A few minutes is long enough that even Nero can't hold onto being a tough, unaffected guy. It's enough for fear to set in. Not for death, but for what he's leaving behind. Kyrie can't hear him here, but someone can. Someone has to, and Steve... Steve's just holding him, and Nero can see him breaking, same way he broke when Credo died.

He let himself settle, didn't he? With a family. With brothers. With his uncle. Wanting to make the world better. To help people see these gods are just monsters...

Maybe not all of them.

Little late to learn that, huh? Sorry, Lorelai.]

Geralt, you fuck. Answer. You got to see this.

Not my first time dying. Or almost. It's just the first time I wanted to say something first.

I don't care what you say. Only that you heard. That someone did.

[gynvael]

[ Geralt does not intend to leave Nero hanging in his last moments. It's only that the scrawl comes out of fucking nowhere while he's got a brush in one hand and Roach's hoof in the other, wind battering at the stable's roof. For too long, he just. Freezes. Because what the fuck? He's— ]

I'm here.

[ It's curt. He doesn't mean to be curt, but perhaps Nero will understand. He won't know. He'll never be able to ask, and a part of him is already beginning to accept that. ]

He'll be waiting across the meadow.

1/2

[vengeanceinside]

[Jesus. The hand that was clenching his heart seems to loosen. He saw it. Geralt saw it. He's not imagining those words... curt as hell, even now. And now it's like everything that was keeping him alive for those last moments understands it doesn't have to try so hard anymore.

He's still afraid. What asshole wouldn't be? But there's nothing to be done for it now. If his body can't heal this, then no one could help him. He holds onto Steve, too tight. Grips his own fucking arm on Steve's body. Didn't even know he could do that.

His thoughts are all over the place, but he puts them together for this.

He breathes, a rattling, wet breath. Credo. Yeah. Maybe he will be waiting. Would be nice to believe, huh?]

Be waiting for you when you decide to kick it, too. But make sure it isn't for a good, long time, or I'll be pissed.

2/2 this is just for me

[vengeanceinside]

Love ya, grandpa.