[He doesn't revel in their deaths, even now, but he can admit there's a bit less guilt about it. Knowing, exactly, what they planned on doing with Geralt if they had taken him successfully.
Funny, thinking about it now. He was collateral.]
You're very rude, you know. [If only he could jest how the harpy who'd fed him was much less rude. He paused, the thought overwhelming. He could recall the smell of her feathers. Distinct. It could have been from the infection too.
He takes Geralt's offering, swallowing dryly. Right. Eating. This was. Safe. It was Geralt, of all people. He'd never even gotten a stomachache from any of his bloody offerings.
He tells himself that several times before he manages to bring it to his mouth. It tastes like nothing. Salt, maybe.] I don't suppose you brought anything back to drink, did you?
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[He doesn't revel in their deaths, even now, but he can admit there's a bit less guilt about it. Knowing, exactly, what they planned on doing with Geralt if they had taken him successfully.
Funny, thinking about it now. He was collateral.]
You're very rude, you know. [If only he could jest how the harpy who'd fed him was much less rude. He paused, the thought overwhelming. He could recall the smell of her feathers. Distinct. It could have been from the infection too.
He takes Geralt's offering, swallowing dryly. Right. Eating. This was. Safe. It was Geralt, of all people. He'd never even gotten a stomachache from any of his bloody offerings.
He tells himself that several times before he manages to bring it to his mouth. It tastes like nothing. Salt, maybe.] I don't suppose you brought anything back to drink, did you?