[ He scoffs, the noise more an exhaling of breath, followed by a trail of smoke.
It may have been that that drew him, the difficulty of gaining her trust, a mannerism he too shares. He yells his hatred for humanity, curse them, insults them, though they are not the only people who have burnt him. It had been one of his own who traded away elven lives, one of his own who paid for the elven state in blood. It has made him a difficult man, hard to get along with and even harder to gain his trust.
But since then a hand full of people have managed it, all in different ways. From the white haired Witcher, to her. ]
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It may have been that that drew him, the difficulty of gaining her trust, a mannerism he too shares. He yells his hatred for humanity, curse them, insults them, though they are not the only people who have burnt him. It had been one of his own who traded away elven lives, one of his own who paid for the elven state in blood. It has made him a difficult man, hard to get along with and even harder to gain his trust.
But since then a hand full of people have managed it, all in different ways. From the white haired Witcher, to her. ]
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