[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]The Maw- The Depths[/center]
[center]Lvl 7 (69/70) -> Lvl 8 (70/70) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 420 words[/center]

To say Geralt was happy that Sakura seemed to at least be...less upset, would be an understatement. He wasn't ecstatic, or thrilled, but he was still rather pleased. It was a small mercy in this messed up scenario they'd found themselves in. And he'd learned early on to take those and hold onto them with all he had, because that was all he was gonna get. 

Everything Sakura said only confirmed for Geralt that she really was a kind soul. Not necessarily pure, not quite wholly innocent, not if the strength she brought to bear was any indication, but kind. Kinder than most, perhaps kinder than was wise at some points, but kind nonetheless. And that kindness [i]had[/i] done them some good. It was what inspired Geralt to friend heart that giant bird instead of killing it, and while that only lasted a short while, it allowed him to intervene against the Harbor Demon and hopefully save lives. 

Sakura's description of the copies as real, living people made Geralt pause. He hadn't wanted to think about it, but he figured he probably sounded the same when he told villagers off for trying to kill a Troll that was killing their livestock or hurting their people. Just because they didn't understand, or didn't want to understand, didn't make the point any less true, or meaningful. 

But something she said made Geralt chuckle. 'Trapped in a body he doesn't want, eh?' Funny she should say that to one of the few people here in such a situation. Between himself and Frog, he knew who had it worse, but Lambert certainly wouldn't want him talking down just what they'd gone through to become what they were. Shaking his head, he spoke up, answering her question. "It's in the little things. The sunrise over the Skellige Islands. The way the coins rattle after a game of Gwent. Slipping into a warm bed at the end of a successful hunt." A small smile crossed his features at that, but Sakura was hyping herself back up, and Geralt nodded. She was tougher than she gave herself credit for, that he could easily tell. 

Standing up with her, Geralt didn't pay her conversation with the copy of Mirage (the second Mirage?) much mind, instead focusing on the giant mutated monster that had appeared and was trying to eat their allies. Because of course they had to be right, and that guy either transformed horribly, or brought back a friend. 

What a wonderful day they were having!