[ It's not necessarily how he meant to speak to the boy, but he supposes it'll do. He leans back against the bike, feet crossed at the ankles. ]
I thought I'd see how you were. It's been some months.
[ A while, really. He and Wilhelm were not necessarily close; he'd taken an interest in the boy down in that dark cavern, then on the mountains—mostly concerned with keeping him in one piece. But once he was returned to Thorne, he assumed Wilhelm had people of his own. Who knew him better.
But, aside from assuring Dean he'd check in on the boy, he has his own...concerns. So here he is. ]
[How is he? He tilts his head as if weighing out an answer.
There are two kinds of drives that he takes around the Horizon. The first is a meditation: the thrumming engine and booming music serve as a backdrop against which to lay out his thoughts. In his solitude, the memory of his brother, a presence in the passenger seat, keeps him company. The second is an escape: he pretends that by goading the gas pedal, he can somehow fly out of himself and leave all thought behind. Sometimes the drive starts as one kind and ends as another.
All of this is to say, Wilhelm has had a lot on his mind lately.]
I'm all right. [The tight shrug is surely convincing. He chews on his lip, looks more at the bike than at Geralt. Almost like it's an afterthought, although it definitely isn't, he adds:] I went back.
[To the island. The pit. The place that connects them.]
Wilhelm may have noticed the absence of a certain Witcher, though Ciri had chosen to return. Geralt had left her in Yennefer's hands. And, to a degree, Istredd's. He hasn't asked her much about it afterwards. She would tell him if there was more to say, but the truth is, he doesn't think there is.
From the bodies he saw in Nocwich, it's nothing he'd have not expected. ]
[It was a difficult trip. Not physically — they had tents and food and ample supplies. After scrabbling to survive down there, nothing else can really be called roughing it. But in other ways... It was a little bit like ripping open a wound that never healed right and letting the infection drain. Painful, but ultimately for the best.]
It felt pretty good to watch it burn. [Idly, he kicks the gravel at the edge of the road.] Ciri let me use one of the flamethrowers the Free Cities group brought.
[ His lips tilt faintly. ] Is that what they decided on?
[ Machines that spew fire? He supposes it's in line with the Free Cities' tendencies. It's for the best, that the land has been scorched barren. Some things should not persist, and that place, he thinks, is one of them. What is there to preserve? The rot? The monsters that roamed the darkness? ]
I can't say I'm sorry to hear it's gone.
[ Nor can he say he's sorry he missed it. He's watched enough things burn. ]
There's nothing there worth missing. Or worth saving.
[That island belongs to the past, not the future. It's not like that by razing it, they can erase what happened there. They can't uproot the memories of it. But when Wilhelm left, stepping through the portal without a backward glance, he felt a sense of finality that had been missing for the past year. It was an end, which meant it was a beginning too — he wants to keep moving forward.]
Seemed like just about everyone agreed this time.
[Unlike when they had the opportunity to execute the remaining cultists.]
Mm. [ His expression is contemplative. So they had.
Something in Wilhelm's tone makes him ask, ] You wanted the acolytes executed?
[ He seldom participates in this sort of bullshit. It's little more than bureaucracy for the sake of it; he's not convinced the kingdoms will grant them any true concessions when it comes down to it. They're being appeased, nothing more.
But he did cast in his two coppers where the acolytes were concerned. He can't begrudge the others for choosing mercy. Josselyn is dead, and she will not rise again. That's what matters. ]
[His nod is decisive. He never thought he could hate someone so much that he would wish them dead, but...he had never endured anything like the suffering Josselyn and her acolytes inflicted. Besides, it's bigger than his anger and aching. It's a matter of practicality.]
It doesn't sit right with me that they're still...around. [He gnaws on his thumbnail.] I know they're in prison, but what if they got out somehow?
[ He gets it. He won't claim he doesn't share the same desire. He's simply learnt to move on where he must, and this is one of those times. ]
Then there will be plenty of us who'll make them answer for it. [ Besides, there may be a third option, one he's contemplated but never proposed. He had other things on his mind, and it's not as though he attends the meetings with the Summoned. He's usually far away from those.
But since Wilhelm is speaking to him now: ] Has Thorne ever had a precedent of stripping someone of their magic?
[Wilhelm hopes that Geralt is right — that this time, the Summoned could stop them before they cause more harm. He knows that there's at least one person — one archangel — who would do everything in his power to make sure the acolytes don't lay a finger on him again. As for Geralt's question...he racks his brains for a moment, shuffling a hand through his hair.]
Not that I know of. I could ask Istredd or Kyle, see if they've heard about anything like that.
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I thought I'd see how you were. It's been some months.
[ A while, really. He and Wilhelm were not necessarily close; he'd taken an interest in the boy down in that dark cavern, then on the mountains—mostly concerned with keeping him in one piece. But once he was returned to Thorne, he assumed Wilhelm had people of his own. Who knew him better.
But, aside from assuring Dean he'd check in on the boy, he has his own...concerns. So here he is. ]
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There are two kinds of drives that he takes around the Horizon. The first is a meditation: the thrumming engine and booming music serve as a backdrop against which to lay out his thoughts. In his solitude, the memory of his brother, a presence in the passenger seat, keeps him company. The second is an escape: he pretends that by goading the gas pedal, he can somehow fly out of himself and leave all thought behind. Sometimes the drive starts as one kind and ends as another.
All of this is to say, Wilhelm has had a lot on his mind lately.]
I'm all right. [The tight shrug is surely convincing. He chews on his lip, looks more at the bike than at Geralt. Almost like it's an afterthought, although it definitely isn't, he adds:] I went back.
[To the island. The pit. The place that connects them.]
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Wilhelm may have noticed the absence of a certain Witcher, though Ciri had chosen to return. Geralt had left her in Yennefer's hands. And, to a degree, Istredd's. He hasn't asked her much about it afterwards. She would tell him if there was more to say, but the truth is, he doesn't think there is.
From the bodies he saw in Nocwich, it's nothing he'd have not expected. ]
Did you find your answers?
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[It was a difficult trip. Not physically — they had tents and food and ample supplies. After scrabbling to survive down there, nothing else can really be called roughing it. But in other ways... It was a little bit like ripping open a wound that never healed right and letting the infection drain. Painful, but ultimately for the best.]
It felt pretty good to watch it burn. [Idly, he kicks the gravel at the edge of the road.] Ciri let me use one of the flamethrowers the Free Cities group brought.
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[ Machines that spew fire? He supposes it's in line with the Free Cities' tendencies. It's for the best, that the land has been scorched barren. Some things should not persist, and that place, he thinks, is one of them. What is there to preserve? The rot? The monsters that roamed the darkness? ]
I can't say I'm sorry to hear it's gone.
[ Nor can he say he's sorry he missed it. He's watched enough things burn. ]
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There's nothing there worth missing. Or worth saving.
[That island belongs to the past, not the future. It's not like that by razing it, they can erase what happened there. They can't uproot the memories of it. But when Wilhelm left, stepping through the portal without a backward glance, he felt a sense of finality that had been missing for the past year. It was an end, which meant it was a beginning too — he wants to keep moving forward.]
Seemed like just about everyone agreed this time.
[Unlike when they had the opportunity to execute the remaining cultists.]
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Something in Wilhelm's tone makes him ask, ] You wanted the acolytes executed?
[ He seldom participates in this sort of bullshit. It's little more than bureaucracy for the sake of it; he's not convinced the kingdoms will grant them any true concessions when it comes down to it. They're being appeased, nothing more.
But he did cast in his two coppers where the acolytes were concerned. He can't begrudge the others for choosing mercy. Josselyn is dead, and she will not rise again. That's what matters. ]
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It doesn't sit right with me that they're still...around. [He gnaws on his thumbnail.] I know they're in prison, but what if they got out somehow?
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Then there will be plenty of us who'll make them answer for it. [ Besides, there may be a third option, one he's contemplated but never proposed. He had other things on his mind, and it's not as though he attends the meetings with the Summoned. He's usually far away from those.
But since Wilhelm is speaking to him now: ] Has Thorne ever had a precedent of stripping someone of their magic?
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Not that I know of. I could ask Istredd or Kyle, see if they've heard about anything like that.