[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]The Maw- The Depths[/center]
[center]Lvl 7 (67/70) -> Lvl 7 (68/70) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 548 words[/center]

Noticing that nobody had grabbed the nail to use as a weapon, Geralt took that liberty for himself. It could at least come in use like the scissors did earlier. 

Sakura's reaction to what happened to 'Carl' was...not unexpected, unfortunately. Geralt was already in the other room, a little late to see part of her breakdown, but he caught the back end, and had to hold back his frown. She was...devastated wouldn't be too off to describe how she seemed right now. He was reminded of Ciri after Vesemir's death. Unfortunately, he didn't exactly have any snowballs to pelt the girl with, and this wasn't the morning after a battle. Perhaps after this whole business with the Maw and this area's Guardian was taken care of, he'd think of something to help her keep her mind on the present and what she still had. 

Outwardly, though, he didn't say anything, and only gave her a sympathetic look. This was what he'd meant when he talked to her the night before. Sometimes...despite all the best intentions and the effort you took to make things better, it only got worse. It was always worse the first time. His thoughts drifted back to the first 'monster' he'd slain. Geralt didn't think he'd be telling Sakura that story. It was dark and painful even for Continent folks. Skelligers were a bit more stoic about gruesome things, less prone to despair at the state of things, but even they scowled when they thought of that kind of monster.

Shaking his head to clear those thoughts, Geralt's mind turned back to Mirage and the ominous chair that had not killed him, but in fact gave him control of Carl's body. Corpse? Shell? It...wasn't clear. Morbid as it was, Geralt nodded when he saw the machine moving its arms. "Well, that could help." A pause as he listened to Mirage's update. "It...can't move outside of the water? And what do you mean by conveyer...?" A puzzled look came over his face as he tried to figure out the meaning of the word and its context. "Convey...er...transporter? I don't know if there's anything large enough here to transport that..." It was clear that he wouldn't be much help with [i]that[/i]. It was actually beginning to become a big frustrating for Geralt, this constant lack of knowledge of what was going on around him. He wasn't used to feeling ignorant like this. 

"Whatever we do, I think it's best I stay behind. I'm not exactly familiar with...any of this. I'm not too proud that I can't admit that." It stung a bit, certainly, but with limited space in that sea vehicle, he wasn't going to reduce the group's effectiveness to try and prove himself useful. This was absolutely not the time for that. 

"I'll stay behind and try to find a spot to hide. If that man comes back while you're down, I might be able to sneak up on him. If he's truly working for the captain of this ship, I see no reason not to deal with him." It was blunt, it was dirty, and it might even be unnecessary, but he'd already proven unwilling to allow them passage. If he had the chance, Geralt would remove Moreau as a player on the board.