[ If he were interested in interrupting, he doubts she would've let him, anyway. As it is, he's not. The conversation is growing too personal too quickly—words on his tongue he doesn't want to say, not because they might be cruel but because they reveal more than he wants to about himself.
There is a difference between wishes for doing well under shit circumstances and deliberately bringing a child into that life. For what? To soothe some emptiness her own shit life left her? They all have that hole that can't be filled. It doesn't make it right. It's a line Yennefer doesn't seem to draw. He's watched children be brought to Kaer Morhen, following the Witchers or mages who stole or found or bought them. An opportunity granted. A second chance, to become something, or die in a pool of their own blood trying.
He waits until she's done, letting the silence swell before he finally he speaks up. Maybe he shouldn't, but it's too late, too many of his emotions caught up in his decision to have left the girl to a life he'd assumed would be better than his. Because why wouldn't he? A princess, under the care of those who loved her, an old friend of his keeping watch over her, guarded in the North's most powerful kingdom?
He regrets returning too late. But he doesn't regret leaving her in hands more capable than he ever could be, over a decade ago. (Doesn't he?) ]
Do not stand there and tell me I should've torn that girl from her family at the first opportunity, because you prefer to believe tragedy will haunt every child no matter what, all so you can justify your own desires.
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There is a difference between wishes for doing well under shit circumstances and deliberately bringing a child into that life. For what? To soothe some emptiness her own shit life left her? They all have that hole that can't be filled. It doesn't make it right. It's a line Yennefer doesn't seem to draw. He's watched children be brought to Kaer Morhen, following the Witchers or mages who stole or found or bought them. An opportunity granted. A second chance, to become something, or die in a pool of their own blood trying.
He waits until she's done, letting the silence swell before he finally he speaks up. Maybe he shouldn't, but it's too late, too many of his emotions caught up in his decision to have left the girl to a life he'd assumed would be better than his. Because why wouldn't he? A princess, under the care of those who loved her, an old friend of his keeping watch over her, guarded in the North's most powerful kingdom?
He regrets returning too late. But he doesn't regret leaving her in hands more capable than he ever could be, over a decade ago. (Doesn't he?) ]
Do not stand there and tell me I should've torn that girl from her family at the first opportunity, because you prefer to believe tragedy will haunt every child no matter what, all so you can justify your own desires.