Noctisardor Bypass And emptiness is all you know.

A fight, the gargoyle said, a fight had only by foolish men. Ciri pursed her lips, not knowing exactly what that meant, and she hoped her sympathetic gaze upon him was enough to convince her father that he need not explain. She wasn't so sure that she wanted to know, after all.

So she let it be, content to learn what little he had to offer regarding the battle that'd reopened his old wounds. "That sucks," the swallow attempted to conclude, and looked away as she felt his stare upon her face, for she wasn't sure how to proceed.