"Everything you lost was on war." He says, quietly. "It was not your fault and it was service to the greater good. I know that your family's probably proud of you, or would be. I know that you, strong and brave and good Éomer, did the best you could. And do your best now, even though maybe you didn't want..." He jingles the torque around her neck. He kisses the top of her head. "What happened to us...was because we spent years making sure people were scared of witchers even though they needed us. We traded on being cold, unnatural, ruthless hunters. Couldn't let them see what it's like when my brothers and I get drunk and tell stories and get up to dumb shit. Couldn't let them see the look in my brothers eyes when he talks about the woman he loves like they've been married forever. Or the way his daughter wrapped our old master around her little finger like nothing I've ever seen. Nope, they see us like my younger brother does: they hate us, and we traded on that hate instead of fixing it. And now they'll get what they want, because we'll be gone before too long."
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Date: 2020-09-21 06:41 pm (UTC)