Sometimes I wish we still were novices, you and I. Still innocent enough to see it all as a gleeman’s tale come true… Still innocent enough to dream of the happy ending to the gleeman’s tale, of living our lives as other women do.
Do you ever think about what the start of ME1 must have been like for the Council. Like, the human embassy is being annoying so they picked one (1) human to send on a few milk runs to make sure her 100% political appointment wasn’t gonna blow up in their faces. That’s it.
They’re sitting there like “what’s next on the docket. ah yes, the job interview for the diversity hire”
and then she kicks down the door and the first words out of her mouth are “THE REGIONAL MANAGER IS WORKING FOR A CULT OF BILLION-YEAR-OLD MACHINES TO WIPE OUT ALL LIFE IN THE GALAXY, THIS WAS REVEALED TO ME IN A DREAM”
and everyone acts like YOU’RE being unreasonable for politely reminding her that this is a wendy’s.
I love that Geralt is like “I was beaten and starved” when talking about his childhood training, and is constantly trying to get Ciri to rest, eat, and feel good about herself. Geralt says the cycle of violence ends with me; meanwhile, Ciri’s over here: