[ The magic Nero imbued into his belongings remains: Shadow, the tobacco, the smoke, the sputtering engine. The moment Steve touches it, it will live on through him. That's how this place works, and though he imagines the vehicle, the panther, they'll take on what Steve gives them—it feels like that's how it should be. Not entirely Nero, preserved untouched, but granted new life.
Already, he can see it in the way Steve slides behind the wheel. Nero never drove; the spectre of a woman he called Nico did, and Nero sat in the passenger seat with his invisible escort seemingly unwilling to let him take over. Even when they raced down the nonexistent road of the Horizon, Nero wasn't driving.
Now, the steering wheel relinquishes itself to Steve.
He'd brought Steve here in hopes it would help. It appears to, but more than that, Geralt realizes it is helping him, too. Letting him move on a little easier. Often, his brothers left behind memories and nothing more. A medallion, if they were lucky enough to find it. It's good to know that for once, there's more to hold onto.
He opens the door on the other side. Not two summers ago, he'd have not a clue what to do with a machine like this. These days, it's nearly as familiar as his horse, and he climbs inside with the same ease as he might a carriage.
Then he nods—encouragement for Steve to go ahead. ]
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Already, he can see it in the way Steve slides behind the wheel. Nero never drove; the spectre of a woman he called Nico did, and Nero sat in the passenger seat with his invisible escort seemingly unwilling to let him take over. Even when they raced down the nonexistent road of the Horizon, Nero wasn't driving.
Now, the steering wheel relinquishes itself to Steve.
He'd brought Steve here in hopes it would help. It appears to, but more than that, Geralt realizes it is helping him, too. Letting him move on a little easier. Often, his brothers left behind memories and nothing more. A medallion, if they were lucky enough to find it. It's good to know that for once, there's more to hold onto.
He opens the door on the other side. Not two summers ago, he'd have not a clue what to do with a machine like this. These days, it's nearly as familiar as his horse, and he climbs inside with the same ease as he might a carriage.
Then he nods—encouragement for Steve to go ahead. ]