[Walking away would have been preferred. No, she didn't. She stubbornly planted herself. It was to be her last stand. No rhyme, no reason, no Geralt. Fighting to the death so that fanatics would not have a hand in the dealings of The Continent was a good enough cause. And now Yennefer of Vengerberg lives. Surely that is for a reason? Destiny was not done with her. There were still parts to be played.]
Stop doing that.
[She assumes he is the one making the rune activate. That's what gets her at the very edge of the circle.]
Next are you to tell me that blades of grass are green? That water is wet? It is the way of things.
[Violet eyes are steely. He says he's not from around here. And these observations are too on the nose.]
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Stop doing that.
[She assumes he is the one making the rune activate. That's what gets her at the very edge of the circle.]
Next are you to tell me that blades of grass are green? That water is wet? It is the way of things.
[Violet eyes are steely. He says he's not from around here. And these observations are too on the nose.]