Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов
Chapter 3
Thatismyfate,myreason,mylifeandmyattitudetotheworld.AnditisnotwhatIchose.Itwaschosenforme."
"You’reembittered,"shestated,tuggingnervouslyatastrandofhair."Orpretendingtobe.YouforgetthatIknowyou,sodon’tplaytheunfeelingmutant,devoidofaheart,ofscruplesandofhisownfreewill,infrontofme.Andthereasonsforyourbitterness,Icanguessandunderstand.Ciri’sprophecy,correct?"
"No,notcorrect,"heansweredicily."Iseethatyoudon’tknowmeatall.I’mafraidofdeath,justlikeeveryoneelse,butIgrewusedtotheideaofitaverylongtimeago–I’mnotunderanyillusions.I’mnotcomplainingaboutfate,Triss–thisisplain,coldcalculation.Statistics.Nowitcherhasyetdiedofoldage,lyinginbeddictatinghiswill.Notasingleone.Cirididn’tsurpriseorfrightenme.IknowI’mgoingtodieinsomecavewhichstinksofcarcases,tornapartbyagriffin,lamiaormanticore.ButIdon’twanttodieinawar,becausethey’renotmywars."
"I’msurprisedatyou,"sherepliedsharply."I’msurprisedthatyou’resayingthis,surprisedbyyourlackofmotivation,asyoulearnedlychosetodescribeyoursuperciliousdistanceandindifference.YouwereatSodden,AngrenandTransriver.YouknowwhathappenedtoCintra,knowwhatbefellQueenCalantheandmanythousandsofpeoplethere.YouknowthehellCiriwentthrough,knowwhyshecriesoutatnight.AndIknow,too,becauseIwasalsothere.
