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‘Too long,’ she repeated, sneering malevolently. ‘Unfortunately. But don’t think you know me well, you whore’s son. Dammit, how stupid I’ve been . . . Oh, go to hell! I can’t stand the sight of you!’
Yennefer is so cruel to Geralt.
At least here some people have gathered with whom I have something to talk about. People who don’t break off their conversations when I approach. People who, though they may not like me, say it to my face, and don’t throw stones from behind a fence. I’m riding with them for the same reason I rode with you to the log drivers’ inn. Because it’s all the same to me. I don’t have a goal to head towards. I don’t have a destination at the end of the road.’
Atleast he found some people who dont hate him. so sad. this part. i love it.
It is a matter of what you believe in and what you serve. No one ought to know that better than . . . than a witcher.’
He expected the worst: a cascade of fire, lightning, a smack in the face, abuse, curses. He was surprised just to see the suppressed trembling of her lips. Yennefer slowly turned away.
Yennefer must always be cruel to Geralt if this is what he expected. But this moment is so precious! He expected the worst, she just turned away almost crying.
Contradicting Yennefer, as he knew, inevitably led to a fight, and a fight with Yennefer was not the safest thing.
Cruuuueeeel Yennefer. Im collecting all the evidence that she is just evil.
Yennefer had a remarkable number of foibles.
Foibles: a minor weakness or eccentricity in someone's character.
Yes, I was stripped of feelings. But not utterly. Whoever did it made a botch of it, Yen.’
He has feelings! they botched their job in removing them.
‘Geralt . . .’ ‘Yes, Yen.’ ‘Now you answer my question. The question I’ve never asked you. The one I’ve always feared. I won’t ask you it this time, either, but answer it. Because . . . because I greatly desire to hear your answer. It’s the one word, the only word you’ve never told me. Utter it, Geralt. Please.’ ‘I cannot, Yen.’
Precious moment!
Geralt, observing her round, downy face, thought that she would have a pretty mouth if she remembered to keep it closed.
Geralt being cruel in mind about a girl who passed him. This was unnecessary Geralt.
What a hideous smile I have, Geralt thought, reaching for his sword. What a hideous face I have. And how hideously I squint. So is that what I look like? Damn.
Geralt about himself. so sad.
