[If he wasn't in the headspace he's in right now, he would vastly be enjoying the very new, unfamiliar feeling of being wrapped in wings. It's. A lot. And strangely protective, even if he doesn't exactly get that feeling from Estinien himself.]
Thorne's agents? [Is that -- for the love of the gods. Of course he's not well-acquainted with the witch, but for his own sake, he had hoped Estinien would not only listen to his own advice, but surely what Geralt must have also told him.]
That sounds exactly like messing about with her, deciding to muck about with a sorceress because you don't like what she's doing. You're lucky you aren't dead! [He rubs his face. This is a mess, but it's also far more of a mess than he had ever imagined it would be. The fucking Singularity, all at the center of it again. He's so tired of it.] She doesn't work for Thorne. She doesn't work for anyone but herself.
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Thorne's agents? [Is that -- for the love of the gods. Of course he's not well-acquainted with the witch, but for his own sake, he had hoped Estinien would not only listen to his own advice, but surely what Geralt must have also told him.]
That sounds exactly like messing about with her, deciding to muck about with a sorceress because you don't like what she's doing. You're lucky you aren't dead! [He rubs his face. This is a mess, but it's also far more of a mess than he had ever imagined it would be. The fucking Singularity, all at the center of it again. He's so tired of it.] She doesn't work for Thorne. She doesn't work for anyone but herself.