Geralt could understand, somewhat. There were parts of him that ought to frighten people, parts that became more excited, more violent, the more the adrenaline built up in his system, the harder he fought for his life. He'd been made that way.
But more often, the times when Geralt had killed many, it had been for other reasons entirely. He'd become the Butcher of Blaviken not out of rage and wildness, but out of cold, brutal calculation. Fifteen men had to die, so that the village, so that all those innocents might be saved.
They had not thanked Geralt, naturally, for murdering fifteen men in market square.
"Dorian; name of a city I used to pass through twice a year. Killed a basilisk there. He the one I'm always smelling on you? Smells like violets and oranges."
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Date: 2017-09-25 02:22 am (UTC)Geralt could understand, somewhat. There were parts of him that ought to frighten people, parts that became more excited, more violent, the more the adrenaline built up in his system, the harder he fought for his life. He'd been made that way.
But more often, the times when Geralt had killed many, it had been for other reasons entirely. He'd become the Butcher of Blaviken not out of rage and wildness, but out of cold, brutal calculation. Fifteen men had to die, so that the village, so that all those innocents might be saved.
They had not thanked Geralt, naturally, for murdering fifteen men in market square.
"Dorian; name of a city I used to pass through twice a year. Killed a basilisk there. He the one I'm always smelling on you? Smells like violets and oranges."