"And you were afraid of dying. So you had them fix you. Because we all are."

Geralt lifted his head and gave the Bull a slow, yellow gaze.

"I've known for a very long time that I was going to die in a cave stinking of carcasses, by some griffin or another horror. But I have a purpose. One day, the world may very well be lying in ruin, but I'll carry on killing monsters in the ruins of that world until one kills me."

For whatever reason, he thought of Kaer Morhen's disused laboratory, of the table and the straps and lines of dusty demijohns filled with mutagenic poisons.