Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов
Chapter 3
"Understood?"
Ciriraisedherheadabruptly."No."
"Thenyou’llneverunderstand.Getout."
"Geralt,I—"
"Getout."
Cirispunonherheelandstoodstillforamoment,undecided,asifwaiting–waitingforsomethingthatcouldnothappen.Thensheranswiftlyupthestairs.Theyheardthedoorslam.
"Toosevere,Wolf,"saidVesemir."Muchtoosevere.Andyoushouldn’thavedoneitinTriss’spresence.Theemotionalties—"
"Don’ttalktomeaboutemotions.I’vehadenoughofallthistalkaboutemotions!"
"Andwhyisthat?"Themagiciansmiledderisivelyandcoldly."Why,Geralt?Ciriisnormal.Shehasnormalfeelings,sheacceptsemotionsnaturally,takesthemforwhattheyreallyare.You,obviously,don’tunderstandandarethereforesurprisedbythem.Itsurprisesandirritatesyou.Thefactthatsomeonecanexperiencenormallove,normalhatred,normalfear,painandregret,normaljoyandnormalsadness.Thatitiscoolness,distanceandindifferencewhichareconsideredabnormal.Ohyes,Geralt,itannoysyou,itannoysyousomuchthatyouarestartingtothinkaboutKaerMorhen’svaults,abouttheLaboratorium,thedustydemi-johnsfullofmutagenicpoisons—"
"Triss!"calledVesemir,gazingatGeralt’sface,suddenlygrownpale.Buttheenchantressrefusedtobeinterruptedandspokefasterandfaster,louderandlouder.
