[ Yennefer is just about the only one he'd allow to take care of him: a quiet moment that's meant to be private between the two of them. And that they'll likely never speak of out loud.
It's a quiet that doesn't last long. The more she speaks, the colder his blood runs. It's where they differ, maybe, because Geralt has never seen pain as a lesson. It simply is, a thing that happens, one that you either live through or you don't. The only thing he's ever learned from it is that if you're lucky enough to survive, you get to live with the knowledge that something inside you has irrevocably changed against your will.
By the time she finishes, her calm does little to ease the tension in his shoulders. He pulls abruptly away from her hands. It's not fair to push his anger onto her. Deep down, he knows she doesn't even realize the implications—
It's not as if he's ever talked about it, his time in the Trials. But his nerves are frayed, and a long buried bitterness overwhelms him suddenly. ]
If only we all had your wisdom for comfort while we bleed for science.
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It's a quiet that doesn't last long. The more she speaks, the colder his blood runs. It's where they differ, maybe, because Geralt has never seen pain as a lesson. It simply is, a thing that happens, one that you either live through or you don't. The only thing he's ever learned from it is that if you're lucky enough to survive, you get to live with the knowledge that something inside you has irrevocably changed against your will.
By the time she finishes, her calm does little to ease the tension in his shoulders. He pulls abruptly away from her hands. It's not fair to push his anger onto her. Deep down, he knows she doesn't even realize the implications—
It's not as if he's ever talked about it, his time in the Trials. But his nerves are frayed, and a long buried bitterness overwhelms him suddenly. ]
If only we all had your wisdom for comfort while we bleed for science.