[ The words appear without warning, sometime in the afternoon the day after Alina leaves her letter. Ciri has finally discovered it, and she is... none too happy.
Livid, in fact. ]
Where the fuck are you?
[ No greeting, no signature. Just an angry, tight scrawl across Alina's vision. ]
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late nov; after ciri receives alina's goodbye letter.
Livid, in fact. ]
Where the fuck are you?
[ No greeting, no signature. Just an angry, tight scrawl across Alina's vision. ]
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Ciri, I'm so, so sorry.
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On my way to Thorne. I can explain.
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Fine.
Explain.
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I think he's there.
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Fuck. ]
How do you know?
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Not for sure that is.
But we... talked. Like this. I thought of him and we talked.
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How are you even getting there?
What are you going to do when you arrive?
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Did you even think this through?
What if they throw you back in that cell or just decide to hang you?
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There's a merchant. He said he'd take me there and back when I find Mal. And they won't. Because I won't get caught.
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He's going to take your money and leave. It's across the fucking continent, Alina.
Just do what you can to get in their good graces. Pretend you give a shit about wanting to help them if you have to. You and Mal.
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Is that why you didn't ask for help or advice or even try to tell me in person?
I know you have to find Mal. You didn't have to do it alone.
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I didn't run away.
I thought everyone would have tried to stop me.
Like you are now.
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But Ciri doesn't bother arguing the point again. It's becoming plenty clear nothing she says will matter. Alina's made her choice. ]
Perhaps. Or perhaps, we may have found another way.
Now, you will never know. You took away that choice.
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