Geralt gave a nod and plucked at his food. He was hungry, but didn't want to simply choke it down as quickly as possible, especially if there was a conversation being had.
"I was abandoned at Kaer Morhen by my mother when I was barely finished breastfeeding. I was raised my entire life at the stronghold, I don't remember anything else. I was nine years old when they administered the mutagens. I remember ... pain, and seizures. Malodorous sweat, hallucinations. Nosebleeds, vomiting. Then there was a fever, and I fell into a coma. I didn't wake until the seventh day."
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Date: 2017-09-24 05:39 pm (UTC)"I was abandoned at Kaer Morhen by my mother when I was barely finished breastfeeding. I was raised my entire life at the stronghold, I don't remember anything else. I was nine years old when they administered the mutagens. I remember ... pain, and seizures. Malodorous sweat, hallucinations. Nosebleeds, vomiting. Then there was a fever, and I fell into a coma. I didn't wake until the seventh day."
He shook his head.
"World was different, after that."