When I say run, you run. When I say hide, you hide.
- You gonna tell me what happened to you?
- That's a tale requiring wine.
- What of you?
- That's a tale requiring a wine cellar.
- You don't seem like a monster to me.
-I appreciate that, my dear. Monsters are more than just horrid looks and claws and teeth. Monsters are born of deeds done. Unforgivable ones.
- Are you a monster?
- Are you a monster because you are different?
- Monsters do bad things to people.
- Humans do bad things to everybody.
Finest mead from the rarest Korathian desert honey.
They needed faith. Faith's a simple medicine for desperate souls. Faith sustains us all in dark times.
They lick the boots of humans. The same boots that will eventually crush their necks.
I'm going to let you bake some more. I want your desperation crisp. You will beg me to take it from you.
- We won't get any rest. None of us will have any peace until there are no monsters left in the world. Until our life's mission is complete.
- Which will be never.'Cause what else would we do?
From the moment we met, you have been trying to fill a void. Power couldn't do it, even when you had it at your fingertips.
When a witcher cracks his skull,all we need do is stick him in a cot and fill him with veratrum, spurge, and hawthorn. Chances are, he'll survive.
I have known many who wanted to be great fighters in my time. Do you know where they are now? In cemeteries.
Remember, hesitation will draw danger to you like fire. But trust the path you choose and it will protect you. Even in darkness. As long as you listen. Always listen.
You witchers, you pretend not to have emotions, but you do. I know you feel it too. All of it. Normal love, normal hatred, normal pain, fear and regret, normal joy, and normal sadness.