[ His gaze rests on Killua. The boy's thundering heart tells him not to ask further about his brother. So that was who it was. His brother. ]
I know. [ He answers simply. It's not that Killua tried to kill him that weighs on his mind; it's that Killua hadn't recognized him at all. Like he'd been lost in something else entirely.
It's a feeling Geralt understands too well now. ]
On my first full moon, I attacked someone. My bonded. Hardly remember it, either.
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I know. [ He answers simply. It's not that Killua tried to kill him that weighs on his mind; it's that Killua hadn't recognized him at all. Like he'd been lost in something else entirely.
It's a feeling Geralt understands too well now. ]
On my first full moon, I attacked someone. My bonded. Hardly remember it, either.