[ it's a lot of information for Steve to process at once - a corrupted mark, dean's death, the fact he's back, that he hurt Geralt's daughter, that they had to burn it out of him like some kind of... he doesn't even know. monster? creature? he doesn't know that he actually processes most of it, doesn't know if he really understands what geralt is saying, but he nods like he does.
that I should have done more.
Steve understands the feeling. has been holding it close to his chest since Nero's death. it's an hold friend at this point, that guilt, that pressure. Steve is quiet for a few moments after, trying to find his way through the feeling, the weight.
they both stand and start walking, making their way to Nero's domain. Steve doesn't know it well, having spent most of his time with Nero in person, in solvunn or abraxas or whatever you wanted to call it all. but he has seen it at least once before, recognizes the spires and the rv, the phone booth. he wonders about shadow, too, but not for long - assuming she's gone just like Nero is.
everything is so quiet, so still. it feels wrong to be here without any noise, either music or sounds of monsters, of life. but instead there is nothing. Steve comes to a stop once they're there, probably a hundred paces or so from where the rv is still parked. there doesn't seem to be any reason for Steve to have stopped, other than it feels a bit like he needs to prepare himself for this.
it's ironic, really. geralt saying things like Nero claiming there wasn't much to kill in solvunn, knowing that Nero had been killed by those same things. a thing. some kind of god. Steve looks around the domain like there might be another clue hidden there, maybe Nero himself, preparing to jump out like it is all some kind of prank. but even as Steve thinks it, he can feel how hallow the thought, the wish, is.
it's exhausting, he's exhausted, but he can't stop now. ]
This is all gonna disappear, isn't it? Now that he's gone.
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that I should have done more.
Steve understands the feeling. has been holding it close to his chest since Nero's death. it's an hold friend at this point, that guilt, that pressure. Steve is quiet for a few moments after, trying to find his way through the feeling, the weight.
they both stand and start walking, making their way to Nero's domain. Steve doesn't know it well, having spent most of his time with Nero in person, in solvunn or abraxas or whatever you wanted to call it all. but he has seen it at least once before, recognizes the spires and the rv, the phone booth. he wonders about shadow, too, but not for long - assuming she's gone just like Nero is.
everything is so quiet, so still. it feels wrong to be here without any noise, either music or sounds of monsters, of life. but instead there is nothing. Steve comes to a stop once they're there, probably a hundred paces or so from where the rv is still parked. there doesn't seem to be any reason for Steve to have stopped, other than it feels a bit like he needs to prepare himself for this.
it's ironic, really. geralt saying things like Nero claiming there wasn't much to kill in solvunn, knowing that Nero had been killed by those same things. a thing. some kind of god. Steve looks around the domain like there might be another clue hidden there, maybe Nero himself, preparing to jump out like it is all some kind of prank. but even as Steve thinks it, he can feel how hallow the thought, the wish, is.
it's exhausting, he's exhausted, but he can't stop now. ]
This is all gonna disappear, isn't it? Now that he's gone.