[There's definitely words, and they're definitely words in an order he recognizes as sentences, and Viktor and Jayce doing shady, possibly illegal things in back alleys -- so to speak -- is not necessarily out of character, but he --
Was anyone going to tell him --
Why did he need sudden, illegal surgery --
There's healers everywhere, and Nadine is still studying --
His mouth sort of gapes open as he struggles to decide on confusion, or deeply personal annoyance (with Geralt, because of course he fucking knew about this and decided to never once mention it, despite their living together), or concern.]
What the fuck? [is what he decides on, which comes out like an exhalation as he runs his fingers through his hair in disbelief.]
And no one thought to mention this to me? [Is the follow-up, with a sharp annoyance, and then taking her by the hand again and squeezing it so she knows that annoyance is not aimed at her, but surely at Geralt, who can smell a man's come from three years past.] This is possibly the most bizarre fucking thing you've unleashed upon me in the space of a few sentences, and that includes the demonic narratives, but. Yes. All right. All right. Yes. Sure. Illegal surgery, and machines, and -- and something something government. Got it. [He puts himself back together, reaching for a calm he would not attempt if anyone but Nadine was telling him this. One breath in, another out.] That is... it sounds incredible. And, to be fair, I thought he just looked like shit, not that he -- er. Was he dying? Has he been dying this whole time?
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Was anyone going to tell him --
Why did he need sudden, illegal surgery --
There's healers everywhere, and Nadine is still studying --
His mouth sort of gapes open as he struggles to decide on confusion, or deeply personal annoyance (with Geralt, because of course he fucking knew about this and decided to never once mention it, despite their living together), or concern.]
What the fuck? [is what he decides on, which comes out like an exhalation as he runs his fingers through his hair in disbelief.]
And no one thought to mention this to me? [Is the follow-up, with a sharp annoyance, and then taking her by the hand again and squeezing it so she knows that annoyance is not aimed at her, but surely at Geralt, who can smell a man's come from three years past.] This is possibly the most bizarre fucking thing you've unleashed upon me in the space of a few sentences, and that includes the demonic narratives, but. Yes. All right. All right. Yes. Sure. Illegal surgery, and machines, and -- and something something government. Got it. [He puts himself back together, reaching for a calm he would not attempt if anyone but Nadine was telling him this. One breath in, another out.] That is... it sounds incredible. And, to be fair, I thought he just looked like shit, not that he -- er. Was he dying? Has he been dying this whole time?
[Now he's just fucking embarrassed.]