The Witcher Season 3 Quotes
1. Shaerrawedd
'History, it has a way of repeating itself. Even for the idealistic.' - Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher) Share on X
Yennefer: Dear friend, if our time at Kaer Morhen proved anything, it’s that the world is changing underneath our feet. Days pass, but the threats keep coming, fast and furiously. Sometimes I wonder if we will ever stop running.
Yennefer: There is another ghost that haunts us. What I did to you. I know I cannot change the past, but I will do everything in my power to help Ciri grow her magical skill. And to help keep her safe. By proving that to you, maybe trust will find its way back to us. In the meantime, wish Ciri luck. It’s going to be a long road ahead for all of us.
'Success only comes with repetition.' - Yennefer (The Witcher) Share on X
Yennefer: Dear friend, even in your silence, I know you’re wondering how Ciri’s training is progressing. She has great potential but little talent. That will change over time.
Yennefer: Dear friend, it seems that you and Ciri are thoroughly enjoying our fourth house in as many months, finding time to bond so delightfully. I will remind you though, that you asked, nay, begged me to teach her magic. Please conserve her energy so that I may properly do so. Also, less meat, more wine.
'Amazing what people will do when you give them a second chance.' - Yennefer (The Witcher) Share on X
Yarpen: You really want to hide, you’d dye that mop. No one’s looking for the Black f***ing Wolf.
Geralt of Rivia: Hello, old friend.
Yarpen: Don’t break my s**te!
Yennefer: Dear friend, we’re so far off the map here that we may never leave again. Come to think of it, would that be such a bad thing?
'What has been need not always be.' - Yennefer (The Witcher) Share on X
Yennefer: Water magic is tricky.
Ciri: That’s what you said about earth magic, and air magic.
Yennefer: Well, you have power like nothing I’ve seen. Makes it hard for both of us.
Yennefer: But magic isn’t everything.
Ciri: You say magic isn’t everything, but you were willing to trade my life for it.
Ciri: Well, if you knew, why did you do it?
Yennefer: Because I’d given up. But I’ll never make that mistake again.
Yarpen: Hold on! Are you two f***ing again?
Geralt of Rivia: Subtle, Yarpen.
Yarpen: Who would blame you?
Sigismund Dijkstra: You have the North’s largest army and spy network. We are still the most feared kingdom of the North.
King Vizimir: And what do I have to show for it? A spy master who can’t find one girl.
Sigismund Dijkstra: Now, as for Prince Seed-waste, boulder, parchment, dagger.
Philippa Eilhart: Absolutely not.
Sigismund Dijkstra: I was the one who seduced the Lyrian baroness last month, and the only secret she was hiding was syphilis.
Philippa Eilhart: And that’s worse than the week I spent perched over a s**t-filled moat in Temeria while they debated timber prices?
Sigismund Dijkstra: Fair.
Ciri: [as she’s dressed up for the festival] What do you think?
Geralt of Rivia: I think you need to hide your hair and mask your eyes.
Ciri: Would it kill you to say, “You look lovely”?
Yennefer: Those nights were amazing. But the mornings…
Geralt of Rivia: They were lonely. You often left before dawn.
Yennefer: Or you did. I know why I left, but why did you? Scared of what would happen if we really tried?
Geralt of Rivia: I was unsure if it was actually what I wanted. Not just some trick of the djinn’s magic.
Yennefer: And now?
Yennefer: So wherever we go, he’ll find us?
Geralt of Rivia: Yes. Unless we find him first.
Ciri: We draw him out. We give him the thing he wants most. Me.
Vespula: Did you think you were the only one having some fun on the side, you lying, wretched son of the devil?
Jaskier: Well, yeah, kind of!
Jaskier: When will magic, sexy women just stop jumping out at me?
Philippa Eilhart: [referring to King Vizimir] He’s ready to welcome the girl with open arms. Shall we?
Jaskier: Yeah, and an open pair of pantaloons.
Jaskier: Sorry, I didn’t quite catch your name.
Prince Radovid: Radovid.
Jaskier: Right.
Prince Radovid: Comma, Prince.
Jaskier: Comma, wow. Wow. You’re the Prince of Redania. F***, I don’t really know what I’m supposed to, bow? Or curtsy, or… I’ve been holding your hand a very long time. I’m so sorry about that.
Philippa Eilhart: Either deliver the girl, or we will single-handedly undo every good deed you have done for the elves. We will kill them all.
Jaskier: Yeah. Yeah. I got the gist.
Jaskier: What can I do for you, Yarpen?
Yarpen: I’ve got ears and good taste, so nothing. But your friends need help.
Jaskier: Of course they do.
Jaskier: Bait. I rode for days to get here, battling hunger, battling the elements, only to discover upon my arrival that I’m being used as bait.
Ciri: Jaskier, me. I am the bait. Rience is after me.
Jaskier: Yes, which means he wants you alive, and me very much not alive. You see my anxiety?
Yennefer: Tread lightly. This land is full of stories.
Ciri: Never seen so many wild roses in one place. They’re beautiful.
Geralt of Rivia: Their story, sadly, is not. Aelirenn. A brave and inspiring elven warrior who thought she could defeat the humans. She was wrong.
Yennefer: A rather condensed version of the story.
Geralt of Rivia: Neutrality. It won’t get you a statue. But it’ll certainly help in keeping you alive.
Ciri: Geralt, you taught me how to fight. Just like Calanthe. And Yen, you’re teaching me how to harness my powers. Like Mousesack. What if this is the reason destiny brought us together? Nenneke said I have the power to change the cycle of hatred. And I want to. To be the balance between kings and mages, and to align the Continent, instead of constantly pitting parts against each other. Because I am sick and tired of destruction and loss.
Geralt of Rivia: I don’t doubt you, Ciri. I do doubt the world though.
Rience: Cirilla of Cintra. Alone at last. Well, not quite. I’ve brought more friends this time.
Yennefer: [to Rience] Last time, I beat you with my wits. This time, you meet my magic.
Jaskier: Oh, if I die, promise me Valdo Marx will not play at my funeral.
Geralt of Rivia: You’ll be fine. Your lute, on the other hand, has seen better days.
Ciri: [to Jaskier] You’re the bravest bait that ever lived.
Yennefer: It’s not about what you can do. It’s about what I can do. I need help. If I can talk to Tissaia.
Geralt of Rivia: No.
Yennefer: You don’t know how difficult it is to embody power but not have access to it.
Ciri: [to Geralt and Yennefer] All I want is for us to stay together.
Geralt of Rivia: I need to find Rience to finish him off. I can’t go with you.
Ciri: And we can’t go with you.
Geralt of Rivia: Then we have to split up.
Yennefer: I’ve got her. Whatever you think of me, that’s my promise to you.
Geralt of Rivia: I know you do. Yen, I…
Yennefer: Just say this isn’t goodbye for good. That there are more good nights to come. That you will, in whatever form, think of me.
Geralt of Rivia: That’s my promise to you.
Yennefer: Dear friend, I miss you already. Or should I say, we miss you? Your friend, Yennefer. PS, if Ciri decides Aretuza is not to her liking, I have my eyes on our next home. A dollhouse on a squid farm.
Geralt of Rivia: Dear friend, you asked at Belleteyn if I left after all those good nights because I was scared. Perhaps I was. Perhaps that is what led me to this very moment. Now, for the first time, I understand real fear. Never seeing you and Ciri again. Much is uncertain on this Continent. The dangers we’ve seen foretell an even more menacing future. But, Yen, please know I will learn to trust you again. You, Ciri, and I, we belong together. Your friend, Geralt.
2. Unbound
Yennefer: Remember when I said we need to keep a low profile? That was not that.
Ciri: I cannot control my visions, Yennefer.
Yennefer: You can control who you blab them to.
Jaskier: I’ll never get over how cute they look, you know? For monsters. I mean, they’ve got these little teddy bear faces, and they’re like, “No, please, don’t hurt me!” And then, wham! Fangs. Just like a boatload of fangs. All up in your business.
'Changing destiny is a weighty business.' - Yennefer (The Witcher) Share on X
Jaskier: Is that a giant metal spike hidden in your secret door of mystery, or are you just pleased to…
Geralt of Rivia: Not your best.
Jaskier: Yeah, can’t all be gold.
Fenn: You alarmed my cat.
Geralt of Rivia: I do apologize. I would have assumed the clink of coin was the last thing that would startle it.
Codringher: [after he throws a knife Geralt’s head and misses] You didn’t even flinch.
Geralt of Rivia: Why would I flinch? I heard you aiming to miss.
Codringher: Geralt, my friend, a time of contempt is approaching. Deep and utter contempt. My proposition is a simple solution. Someone has to die so someone else can live.
Geralt of Rivia: I will not pay for what I love by having contempt for myself.
Jaskier: [to Geralt] I can hear you thinking. Don’t start playing the “I travel alone” card, or “Jaskier, it’s too dangerous” card. I would like to remind you that I was just bait for Mr. Fire-Fingers.
Ciri: What are we shopping for, exactly?
Yennefer: A miracle. Keep up.
Ciri: You may be watching me, but I have eyes too.
Yennefer: And what do you see, my ugly one?
Ciri: Most times, a picture of powerful perfection.
Yennefer: Excellent.
Ciri: But you wrote three drafts of that letter. So there’s more to the picture, isn’t there?
Yennefer: Training hasn’t helped control your power as I’d hoped. If anything, it’s brought it to the surface, made it more present.
Ciri: Great.
Yennefer: At Aretuza you can learn to focus your visions on the future you actually want to see.
Ciri: And what if I don’t want to see anything?
Yennefer: Well, then you’re blind to the big picture.
Triss: Magic is organizing Chaos. This requires two things. Balance and control. Without them, Chaos will kill you.
Stregobor: We’re wondering why the kings are losing faith in us. Because we knew the elves were a problem and we did nothing about it.
Vilgefortz: That’s a short-sighted view of history. But I expect nothing less from you.
Jaskier: Geralt is determined to solve it in his Geralt way, because he didn’t have enough money to pry their lips apart.
Yennefer: In all those lessons, I should have taught you that sometimes, discretion is more important than valor.
Ciri: You sound like Geralt.
Yennefer: Well, he isn’t always wrong.
Ciri: One day, I may be queen, and I’ll need to use what I’ve got. And what I’ve got is a sense of justice, a dagger, and quick reflexes. You and Geralt taught me those things.
Yennefer: Well, then our teachings were incomplete. Because what we should have taught you is about consequences.
Ciri: Consequences are just an excuse not to act. Even when someone’s going to be killed. You didn’t see that child’s eyes. I had to do what I did.
Yennefer: No, you chose to interfere.
Yennefer: You saved one, and the consequence has likely damned a hundred others in exchange.
Ciri: What is the point in me seeing the future if I can’t do anything to change it? Well, why would you understand? You see what you want, you make it happen. You snap your fingers, mountains move. Men bend to your will. How would you know what it’s like to fight for control of your life?
Fringilla: You want to hear a good joke? I was born with more power than most could comprehend. Learned to bend Chaos to my will. Designed to live forever young and beautiful in the upper echelons of the court. Only to die here in a wine cellar with all of you.
Prisoner: You know the problem with you mages?
Fringilla: What?
Prisoner: You’re too bloody serious.
Prince Radovid: Forgive me, I’m speechless. Blame the mead.
Jaskier: I would, except you’re not drunk. It’s all in the eyes. They’re not glassy. Busking in seedy taverns teaches great lessons in the art of pretending to be pi**ed when you have to keep your wits about you. And in a vipers den such as this, well.
Prince Radovid: I always wondered what it was that made your songs so irresistible. Now I understand.
Jaskier: Oh, yeah? And what’s that?
Prince Radovid: You see people for what they are, not what they pretend to be. Well, that’s part of it, at least.
Jaskier: And the rest?
Prince Radovid: I don’t know yet. But I’m determined to figure it out.
Prince Radovid: You don’t seem to be enjoying my brother’s epic tales of derring-do.
Sigismund Dijkstra: I’ve heard this tale before. It doesn’t improve by repetition.
Prince Radovid: Alas, my brother’s not renowned for his wit.
Vilgefortz: [to Tissaia, referring to Yennefer] But you love her. I think your mind is struggling to catch up with the decision your heart’s already made.
Tissaia: How do you feel? Gods know you weren’t fond of her.
Vilgefortz: That’s only because we have too much in common. Bad tempers. Impetuousness. The overwhelming need to win an argument. And we have one other thing in common. Our love for you. If Yennefer can let go of the past, so can I.
Yennefer: My whole life I’ve had so much power. But I’ve never been perfect.
Yennefer: Like you, I once chose to interfere. I set a prisoner free. And in doing so, I set the entire North against the Brotherhood. And the Brotherhood against each other.
Ciri: Those bodies hanging at the tavern. All those executions.
Yennefer: The whole Continent is paying the consequences. And you. Because of me. It’s not enough to possess Chaos. You and I, we must learn to control it. That is the essence of power. That is how we will move mountains. Together.
Teryn: I knew you’d come for me.
Geralt of Rivia: And how did you know that?
Teryn: Because you always do. We’re tied by destiny.
Geralt of Rivia: Who are you?
Teryn: Don’t be silly, Geralt. You know who I am. I’m Ciri.
3. Reunion
Jaskier: When you’re a hammer, every problem is a nail. You see a nail, and you’re like, “Grrr. F*** this nail. F*** this nail, in particular.” And you hammer the nail. But sometimes the problem is something else. Sometimes the problem is a bunch of petunias, or a bowl of porridge, and you can’t hammer a bowl of porridge. I mean, you can try, but then your hammer gets all gunked up, porridge goes everywhere, and then you have no porridge. The solution requires a different kind of tool. And Radovid is that tool. Radovid is a spoon.
Jaskier: The problem is different. The solution needs to be different. And Radovid is different. He’s intelligent. He tries to hide it, but he’s insightful. Sharp like a knife. If he’s a knife, I need to keep him away from Geralt.
'Neutrality has consequences too.' - Jaskier (The Witcher) Share on X
Vespula: You like him!
Jaskier: Who, Geralt? Yeah, I guess. Platonically, and occasionally with great effort, as one would a family goat.
Vespula: I mean the spoon guy.
Vespula: I’ve cursed you for chasing tail of every kind. Men, women, dwarves, elves, polymorphous.
Jaskier: That was one time and I regret nothing. It was amazing.
Vespula: But never have I ever seen you have a crush.
'Entitlement will get you nowhere.' - Yennefer (The Witcher) Share on X
Jaskier: A crush? Oh, you think I have crushes. Crushes are for children, my darling. I have mind-bending, world-ending, heart-wrenching affairs.
Vespula: Whatever you say. The Lothario of Lyria. The Romancer of Redania! The Stud of Cidaris!
Geralt of Rivia: Jaskier.
Jaskier: For f***’s… Sorry. It’s the family goat.
'Toxicity's infectious.' - Yennefer (The Witcher) Share on X
Jaskier: Whew! Oh, that burns. That burns like a Raróg’s a**hole. What is it?
Otto: That’s table salt.
Otto: I was bit, back in the plague of ’21. Went out to the woods to isolate. Avoid the disease. I was so worried about the boils and the s**tting myself to death, I wasn’t really thinking about werewolves.
Jaskier: Priority. Yeah. I get it.
Philippa Eilhart: Speaking of fires, annoyingly, I met another dead end through that portal in the shape of an artsy-fartsy crafting studio.
Tissaia: Strange, isn’t it? Men bleed and kill for this stuff. Only to let it rust. In dark rooms.
Yennefer: That’s because it’s worthless. It’s too soft to make anything useful. You can’t eat it. Can’t f*** it. Though the King of Aedirn used to like to try. Its power comes from believing in its value. An illusion designed to control the masses.
Tissaia: Curry favor? I don’t know what’s more insulting. That you think my goals so basic, or that you free a Nilfgaardian prisoner of war, then lecture me on Northern unity. What mess are you going to leave us with this time?
Yennefer: I have been a mess. And I’m sorry. When I tried to kill myself at Aretuza, I was so desperate to control my destiny.
Tissaia: You weren’t taking control. You were losing it.
Yennefer: I know. And I still feel like that sometimes. Like I’m at a loss.
Tissaia: [referring to Ciri] If war is coming, there is no hiding her from it.
Yennefer: Well, then, maybe she can lead us out of it. For all the Brotherhood’s faults, they respect magic. She deserves to know what hers is capable of. She deserves control of her destiny. Please. Please help me make this right. For us. For her.
Tissaia: After all this time. After all your searching, you actually did it.
Yennefer: Did what?
Tissaia: Became a mother.
Ciri: Maybe you’d have better luck if you didn’t want it so bad.
Fabio: Maybe I’d have better luck if I wasn’t with a girl who pounds donuts like a truffle pig.
Ciri: Want one?
Fabio: I’m wheat intolerant.
Gallatin: Bad news. We’re getting slaughtered. Forgive me. I’m a fighter, not a politician. I don’t really know how to sugarcoat the truth.
Emhyr: All the better for it.
Geralt of Rivia: Ciri would be nothing more than a brood mare on the Cintran throne.
Jaskier: She’s a princess, Geralt. That’s what princesses do. They sit on little royal thrones and they have little royal babies. And they rule kingdoms. This is what Ciri wants.
Jaskier: Neutrality has consequences too, Geralt.
Geralt of Rivia: There are already consequences, Jaskier. And not just for Ciri. I thought that by taking her off the board, the world would stop trying to use her. Instead, they’re just trying to use others in her place.
Jaskier: And they will continue to. Because that is what people in power do.
Jaskier: But she’s not a witcher. She’s certainly not an Aretuzan witch sourcing magic out of stones, or hemp, or plants, or whatever it is that Yennefer does. She’s a princess. I think you should trust her.
Geralt of Rivia: Her source.
Jaskier: Her what now?
Geralt of Rivia: You’re right.
Jaskier: I’m right. Well, that’s deeply worrying. What?
Mistle: What’s wrong with a little trouble?
Ciri: A lot if you’ve lived my life.
Margarita: You’re f***ing a witcher?
Sabrina: Atrocious, isn’t it?
Yennefer: Almost as atrocious as your manners.
Ciri: I can’t spoil something that’s already rotten! This place, these women, it’s horrible!
Yennefer: “This place”? You’re not a princess here. You’re a low-level novice. And you better get used to being treated like one. Entitlement will get you nowhere.
Yennefer: You have to go along to get along.
Ciri: You told me to never apologize for my power, and yet that’s all you seem to do.
Yennefer: You want to be a great leader? You want to change the world? Well, guess what? The day-to-day of leading is dealing with a lot of vapid, power-hungry a**holes!
Yennefer: I’m not Geralt. This isn’t Kaer Morhen. This is the version of myself I have to be here. So you need to find a version of yourself that can deal with that.
Ciri: Trust me, I know you’re not Geralt. He would never sell his soul like this.
Anika: Love for a child forces parents to make the hardest choices of their lives. Impossible ones, even.
Geralt of Rivia: [referring to Visenna] I would have done anything to make her smile. And yet, the day she left me, she was sick. She needed water, so I went to get her some. And when I came back, she was gone. I called for her. But she was gone.
Anika: She loved you the best she could. To save you, she had to let you go.
Geralt of Rivia: This can’t have been the only choice.
Anika: It wasn’t. It’s simply the one she made. And now you have your own impossible decision.
Geralt of Rivia: I won’t abandon Ciri. Even if it costs me my life.
Yennefer: [referring to Ciri] War is coming, and she’s at the center of it.
Yennefer: [to Tissaia] If we have any hope of appealing to the kings, we first have to find better versions of ourselves. I’m willing to try. Are you?
Lydia Van Bredovoort: As for my lord, working with Nilfgaard is not the same as working for Nilfgaard. The White Flame is just a means to an end. A small piece of a much bigger puzzle. Don’t worry your hideous little face.
Rience: At least I still have a face. Instead of just the illusion of one.
Cahir: I suppose it’s not hard to impress a backwards pointy like you though, is it?
Gallatin: I’d rather be a backwards pointy invited to the palace than the rich little s**t who got kicked out of it.
Ciri: You’re ghosts. Corpses.
Eredin: Yes, we are corpses, but you are death itself! Join us.
4. The Invitation
Cahir: You said you knew a good leader when you saw them. How? How do you know
you’re doing the right thing?
Emhyr: When you have finished this mission, we shall have everything that we want. We’ll be able to knock the North over with a feather, and I’ll have my daughter by my side, where she belongs. Let go of the questions. Embrace what we have done together.
Artorius: [referring to Yennefer] Is it me, or is she like a bad fungus?
'Groveling is the sincerest form of manipulation.' - Yennefer (The Witcher) Share on X
Geralt of Rivia: What happened? Why don’t you want to go there?
Ciri: Because it’s filled with catty women who gossip, and get sloppy drunk. And I said some things to Yennefer that I regret.
Geralt of Rivia: She’ll forgive you.
Ciri: What if I’m just not good enough?
Geralt of Rivia: Your power is beyond measure.
Ciri: It’s your job to say that.
Geralt of Rivia: Ciri. This isn’t my area of expertise. Perhaps you’re struggling because you’re scared of your abilities? Maybe, if you truly embrace who you are and your power, you’ll be able to access it whenever you wish. And close all doors behind you.
'Righteousness can easily become rage.' - Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher) Share on X
Tissaia: You know, for someone who disdains politics, you do excel at it.
Yennefer: It’s just personal agenda wrapped up in a different package.
Tissaia: [to Yennefer] The Council already agreed to the conclave. You can drop the groveling now.
Jaskier: Well, if it isn’t my favorite pocket-sized princess. How are you? How are the lessons going?
Geralt of Rivia: Tread lightly around the magic lessons.
Ciri: He’s not actually talking about my lessons. He’s talking about your lessons in smiling. Work in progress.
Ciri: Besides, we’re witchers.
Geralt of Rivia: Is that so?
Ciri: We’ve been focusing so much on my magic. What about my hunting skills? My ability to protect myself. I wouldn’t want that to rust. Would you?
Yennefer: What makes you so sure they’re a “he”? Women can be a**holes too.
Vilgefortz: Tissaia will always protect you. But every time you leave a mess behind, she’s the one who cleans it up. I won’t let her get hurt again. So if you have some hidden cause, if you’re here to use her and abandon her again, tell me now.
Yennefer: I’ve hidden nothing. I couldn’t if I tried. She knows me at my core. And I know her too. She’s softer now. More trusting. Open. For what it’s worth, I’m happy to see the person she’s become around you.
Vilgefortz: Your kindness is unsettling.
Philippa Eilhart: All communication goes through the woman without a voice.
Sigismund Dijkstra: Ironic.
Obin: Have no fear! We’ve a witcher on board.
Valdo Marx: Fear? A churlish cad whose name I do not know.
Geralt of Rivia: Let’s talk about why you’re struggling with your magical abilities.
Ciri: Your pride in my witchering skills really would have been a better conversation.
Geralt of Rivia: Tough.
Ciri: I thought if I learned magic, it would make me a better leader. Maybe my grandmother was right. Maybe it’s better to govern with steel and steel alone.
Geralt of Rivia: [to Ciri] As a witcher, I will accept coin from someone, no matter where they’re from. Nations are invisible lines that people assign meaning to. A life, however, a life has real meaning. It’s warm skin and a beating heart. It should only be taken as a last resort. Righteousness can easily become rage. Justice can easily become scorn. If you want to be a queen, be a queen. I think you’ll make an excellent one.
Geralt of Rivia: Best keep our enemies close.
Boris: I couldn’t say. I am beloved by all and have no enemies.
Geralt of Rivia: Monster hunts are never easy. And you adapted at every turn. I’m proud of you, Ciri.
Triss: Bringing Ciri here, it’s a bad idea.
Yennefer: But Ciri’s power is neither good or bad. Her choices will shape her destiny.
Triss: That’s not what I meant. It’s her blood.
Yennefer: Yes, she’s elven. So am I. And do you know when I was most dangerous? When I was desperate. And powerless. And alone. And that will not happen to her. Not as long as I’m around.
Yennefer: [to Geralt and Ciri] So, the intrepid explorers have arrived. You look like you had quite the adventure. You stink. Vile.
Jaskier: Hello again, witch. I know you were too embarrassed to invite a big name like me to headline at the conclave thingy, but I just wanted to let you that know I’m happy to do the other, very important job that you requested.
Yennefer: Excellent. So you’ll be looking after Ciri tonight.
Ciri: What?
Jaskier: I mean, I was vamping, come on.
Ciri: I shouldn’t have left. I’m sorry.
Yennefer: I shouldn’t have given you a reason to leave. I’m sorry. Let’s never do that again.
Jaskier: [as Yennefer] “I forgive you for your various foolish words and deeds. Your lack of faith and hope. For your obstinacy. Doggedness. For your sulking and posing, which are unworthy of a man.”
Ciri: [as Geralt] “I forgive you for being a wily witch who rarely listens, and even more rarely admits to being wrong. Who is stubborn, and stuck-up, and self-righteous. Let’s never do that again.”
Jaskier: [as Yennefer, as they watch her kiss Geralt] “Oh. Oh! Oh, yes. Take me.”
Jaskier: You don’t have to do that. You don’t have to prove what you’re going to be in the future. My two orens? I think you’re pretty alright right now.
Ciri: Well, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.
Jaskier: Ah, it’s all part of my hustle. You just wait until this next hand. I’m going to mop the floor with your royal a**, milady.
Prince Radovid: I’m scared, Jaskier.
Jaskier: Just saying that makes you braver than you know.
Prince Radovid: That’s it. That’s what makes you so special. You don’t just see people. You see the best in them.
Yennefer: It was you. The illusion. But it was dead inside. It was trying to kill me.
Geralt of Rivia: Sounds like it almost did.
Yennefer: It didn’t have a chance. I obliterated it.
Yennefer: It’s all connected, isn’t it? Everything that’s happening.
Geralt of Rivia: Whoever’s backing Rience is here. And they know we’re close to sniffing them out. Who uses illusions.
Yennefer: Hates me.
Geralt of Rivia: And has a history of experimenting on young women?
Yennefer, Geralt: Stregobor.
Yennefer: [referring to Stregobor] We have to be smart. It’ll be our word against his.
Geralt of Rivia: He won’t have any words, because I’m going to kill him.
Yennefer: [to Geralt] I have you. The real you. In the flesh. He can’t hurt us.
Geralt of Rivia: [as they are about to enter the banquet] No one told me I’d have to dress up.
Yennefer: I’m sorry. Can you not tolerate a little discomfort?
Geralt of Rivia: Lilac and gooseberries. Now that, I can tolerate.
Yennefer: Are you sure about this?
Geralt of Rivia: Are you?
5. The Art of Illusion
Geralt of Rivia: [after they enter the banquet] I don’t know which I’d like to do more, tear this costume off, or run Stregobor through with the nearest ice sculpture.
Geralt of Rivia: Is there always this much staring?
Yennefer: No. It’s all for us. Get used to it. They’ll be watching us all night.
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Yennefer: Now, you should know the territory before we step in. Over there, we have Sabrina Glevissig and Marti Sodergren. They’re passionate. By the fountain, we have Margarita Laux-Antille, current headmistress. And Keira Metz. Quite the spitfire. We have Carduin, Bianca, Marquard, Detmold and his brother Drithelm, Radcliffe the Obnoxious. Artaud Terranova, good mage, even better drunk. Vilgefortz, who’s grown on me despite my best efforts. Tissaia de Vries, whom you already know. And Gerhart of Aelle. The oldest living sorcerer.
Geralt of Rivia: Are you expecting me to remember all those names?
Yennefer: I thought you went to Oxenfurt?
Yennefer: Tonight it’s all about loosening spirits. And inspiring conviviality in one perfect evening. So behave yourself.
Geralt of Rivia: I always behave myself.
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Yennefer: [to Geralt] We need this ball to go off without a hitch, so please, dearest, stop eating like an underfed ghoul. When someone asks to speak to you, you must accept, and quickly. And no matter how ludicrously anyone is dressed, don’t stare.
Sabrina: We’ve welcomed our share of spies, thieves, and murderers at Aretuza, but not yet hosted a witcher.
Vilgefortz: Tissaia. Trust in what you see. Give Yen at least a couple of hours to pi** everyone off.
Geralt of Rivia: I love watching you think.
Yennefer: But I had so much more to say.
Geralt of Rivia: [as he kisses her] We’ll go back to it in a moment.
Artorius: I’ve found trying to predict the actions of Yennefer of Vengerberg as hopeless as seeking a black cat in a coal cellar.
Yennefer: A fight was quite the creative choice.
Geralt of Rivia: Just admit that you loved it.
Yennefer: As duels in my honor go, this one certainly broke into the top three.
Geralt of Rivia: Oh, well, it was an honor to fight for the capricious heart of Yennefer of Vengerberg.
Yennefer: And I hope to fight many more battles with you, my dear.
Geralt of Rivia: With me, or against me?
Yennefer: Depends on the evening.
Geralt of Rivia: I shouldn’t like to lose you, Yen.
Yennefer: But you have me.
Geralt of Rivia: Tonight will end.
Yennefer: Everything ends.
Geralt of Rivia: Catch any mice tonight?
Philippa Eilhart: You know quite well I make my killing catching secrets.
Philippa Eilhart: By the way, Marti Sodergren put an aphrodisiac in that wine hours ago. Not to mention the caviar on that plate is an illusion. Just like the rest of this den of snobs and liars.
Geralt of Rivia: Den of nymphomaniacs is more like it.
Stregobor: I wondered whether I’d see you again.
Geralt of Rivia: I wondered if I’d see your head on a pike.
Stregobor: I’m hurt, Geralt. After all, it wasn’t me who plunged my dagger into poor Renfri.
Geralt of Rivia: I’ll make you pay for everything you’ve done.
Stregobor: I’m saving the Continent. Rooting out the deadly creatures that threaten us all, not unlike you.
Geralt of Rivia: I am nothing like you.
Stregobor: Then show me, witcher. I want to see just how different we are.
Triss: How is Ciri?
Geralt of Rivia: She’s safe. For now.
Triss: What if someone could take away what makes her special?
Geralt of Rivia: Her powers are innate. You know that better than most.
Triss: What if she could have a chance for a normal life?
Geralt of Rivia: I don’t know what Ciri would consider normal. I just need her to survive this.
Yennefer: Stregobor, you piece of s**t.
Stregobor: You never gave a damn about unity, did you? Mere smoke and mirrors to hide what you’d returned to do. Raze Aretuza to the ground. Your kind never changes. And yet, our feckless leaders forgive and forgive. Well, mercy isn’t my cup of tea.
Geralt of Rivia: Nor mine.
Geralt of Rivia: That Cintran brat has more power than you could dream of.
Stregobor: Or you could dream of. You have no idea what you’re dealing with here. The only threat you pose is in your dirty blood. You’re a monster who will soon meet her reckoning. But the girl, the girl will most likely leave this world by your own mutant hands, Butcher.
Geralt of Rivia: I love you.
Yennefer: That’s the first time you’ve ever said that.
Geralt of Rivia: It can’t be.
Yennefer: You used to think it. But tonight, you actually said it. You can kiss me now. In front of everyone.
Geralt of Rivia: [as Yennefer is bathing him] This I can also tolerate.
Yennefer: It took far too long to get you back in a bathtub.
Yennefer: Tell me, why did you come tonight, if you’re so certain Aretuza is doomed?
Philippa Eilhart: Because you and I aren’t like Tissaia. We break rules. We aren’t afraid of power. There’s still hope for you.
Vilgefortz: My favorite piece here. Outcasts, uniting under a common banner. An apt story.
Geralt of Rivia: The only apt part is the pageant of events I’ve witnessed this evening. It has indeed been worthy of a painting. It would be titled “Geralt Leaves the Isle of Thanedd, Shaking with Laughter”.
Vilgefortz: I’d wager we have more in common than you realize.
Geralt of Rivia: I doubt the parallels between us are completely parallel.
Vilgefortz: We’re both outcasts ourselves. Like you, I cannot define myself as mere man, mage, or druid. More than anything, I was an orphan. Left to die in a gutter in Lan Exeter. I was bounced around this cruel world by every monstrous creature imaginable. Men, most of all. Until I became cruel myself. And rather than remain an unwanted mutant, I chose to become a sorcerer. Out of spite.
Geralt of Rivia: Be careful, Vilgefortz. Careful that the similarities you’re so desperately searching for don’t lead you too far.
Vilgefortz: Oh, not to worry, witcher. We have but one likeness that remains. I left that headstrong young boy behind the day I fell in love with Tissaia. That bond, that sense of family, changed me. And I know the same has happened to you with Yennefer of Vengerberg.
Geralt of Rivia: You seem to know a great many things.
Vilgefortz: Then tell me when I reach a mistruth.
Geralt of Rivia: It is incredible how much my neutrality outrages everyone. How it subjects me to offers of pacts, and agreements, and lectures of the necessity of making a choice and joining the right side. I am not your equal partner in this game. So, no, I shall continue on my path. I shall respond to events. And I’ll adapt with the world as it changes.
Vilgefortz: I understand, witcher. But adapting may not be enough. Just know there is only one way you do not lose her.
Geralt of Rivia: And if I refuse to join your side?
Vilgefortz: No matter where you go, what you do, there will always be enemies waiting for you.
Yennefer: Stregobor wasn’t our man.
Geralt of Rivia: Vilgefortz is.
Sigismund Dijkstra: [as he points his knife at Geralt’s throat] Should have chosen a side, witcher.
6. Everybody Has a Plan ’til They Get Punched in the Face
Jaskier: I know what you were doing, Radovid.
Prince Radovid: Jaskier, you’ve got it wrong.
Jaskier: Oh, I’ve got it wrong? I’m sorry. Which part? The part where you feigned affection for me, or the part where you tried to kidnap a young woman under my care whilst I slept?
Prince Radovid: How can you think my feelings for you are a lie?
Jaskier: Because that is who you are, Radovid. At your core. I thought I’d seen through your mask. Turns out there was nothing behind it.
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Sigismund Dijkstra: The Brotherhood needs our help to root out these traitorous infestations.
Geralt of Rivia: So, this is a trial?
Philippa Eilhart: No. A purge.
Yennefer: [to Lydia] You must truly hate what’s left of your face to challenge me.
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Yennefer: Does this mean I can count on you to help me protect Ciri?
Triss: Protecting her isn’t enough. You have to know that.
Yennefer: I do. She’ll only master her power if she masters herself. With us, Ciri will find and fulfill her own destiny.
Sabrina: Keira! Radcliffe! Why wasn’t she secured?
Tissaia: Because I told them I would melt their faces if they touched me.
Philippa Eilhart: There’ll be no face melting here.
Vilgefortz: And what of you, witcher? What is your stake? Are you part of this insanity?
Geralt of Rivia: I am not. Nor do I think the accusations insane. You did know this was coming. You admitted as much last night.
Tissaia: First is was Stregobor, now it’s Vilgefortz? Who will it be next?
Sigismund Dijkstra: You’ll never get away with this. I’ve got fifty men coming on those boats.
Geralt of Rivia: Best hope one of them’s a barber surgeon.
Tissaia: I should have known better, friend.
Philippa Eilhart: No. You should’ve paid more attention, friend.
Tissaia: This is our home.
Vilgefortz: No, Tissaia. This is your home. I don’t care who sacks it. I have my own aims. And they no longer include you.
Tissaia: How could you?
Vilgefortz: Stregobor, with his pride, was easy to set up. And you, with your undying trust, were easy to fool.
Vilgefortz: Poor Tissaia. Such a failure of judgment.
Ciri: You’re alive. I dreamt you and Geralt were gone.
Yennefer: We’ll never leave you. Never! You know that.
Ciri: You were dead.
Ciri: Yen, what about Geralt?
Yennefer: He’ll find us. He always finds us.
Istredd: You made your choice, traitors!
Keira Metz: Hate us today, punish us tomorrow. They will not destroy this place, Tissaia. This is our home. Let us fight with you. For you.
Ciri: [to Yennefer, referring to Tissaia] Go to her. We’ll be alright.
Geralt of Rivia: No.
Ciri: She has no choice. I understand what she means to you. To know she suffers, she fights, that she may die.
Geralt of Rivia: We didn’t come this far to abandon each other.
Yennefer: Then don’t abandon me. I have to do this.
Yennefer: [to Ciri] I’ve searched so long. Fought so long. Hurt so many. And it was all worth it. No matter where you go, or where you hide, we will never be apart. Destiny brought us together. Never lost. Always found. I love you, my daughter.
Geralt of Rivia: Come back to us.
Cahir: Fringilla! I thought you were dead.
Fringilla: No. Not dead. I’m simply no longer confined, Cahir. You know, it is amazing what you can do when you think for yourself.
Artaud Terranova: [to Dijkstra] I think you’ll like this one. What do you call a spymaster when all of his spies have fled? Hmm? The answer is “dead”.
Geralt of Rivia: [referring to Ciri killing Cahir] There’s no coming back from this.
Ciri: Back to what? To my home he burned? To my family he killed? He’s haunted my nightmares ever since. But I’m not afraid of him anymore.
Cahir: [to Ciri] In the attack in Cintra, when I took you, I did everything I was asked with no hesitation, but now, I can’t stop asking questions. I’ve discovered I was wrong! I can’t give you back the life I stole.
Cahir: My life is yours. So take it.
Ciri: You took everything from me.
Cahir: I know. I know. Take this blade, and let yours be the last face I see in this world. Princess Cirilla. The Lion Cub of Cintra. She who has the power to move the world. I owe you that. Do it. And forgive me. Forgive me.
Vilgefortz: [to Geralt] So, we have an epilogue then. The dénouement that draws the play to a close. Or is it fate?
Vilgefortz: And there is no way out. It’s all over.
Geralt of Rivia: No way out? I’m glad to hear it. That means there’s only one way in. And you’ll never reach it.
Vilgefortz: You’re a wise man, Geralt. A lot like me. A warrior. Touched by magic. Alone in a world he never made.
Geralt of Rivia: Enough with your parallels. You lack originality. Even more so with Emhyr pulling your strings.
Vilgefortz: I have no strings.
Vilgefortz: You may consider me your opponent, but it is you who is the enemy of good today, Geralt. I grow tired of asking.
Geralt of Rivia: And I grow tired of answering. I will not be your partner. I will not join your fight.
Vilgefortz: Arrogance will be your undoing.
Geralt of Rivia: And steel will be yours.
Vilgefortz: [as he’s fighting Geralt] Know what the hardest part was? Holding back! Hiding my real skills, knowing I could take any life at any time. It was exasperating. Today, I hold back no more.
Vilgefortz: I could smash your brain out through your ears. Make a friend of this pain, Geralt of Rivia. Today, you begin your new life, as my warning to the Continent! This was supposed to be a lesson. But you were mistaken, witcher. You mistook the stars reflected on a pond at night for the sky. I shall see you later. One day. Perhaps.
Vilgefortz: I didn’t come to hurt you, Cirilla. All I want is to share my knowledge with you. It was smart for you to join the witcher and Yennefer. But we both know they couldn’t properly train you. Only I can show you the way. Only I know what your powers can do. Please, Cirilla. Let me help you. Be my pupil.
Vilgefortz: You don’t know what you’re playing with, Cirilla. You are not ready! You are not ready for this kind of power! But together, we can change this Continent!
7. Out of the Fire, Into the Frying Pan
Prince Radovid: The second war has begun.
Jaskier: You don’t understand. The war brewing outside is nothing compared to what Geralt will unleash on this Continent to find his daughter. I don’t know what happens next.
Prince Radovid: Just let me be there with you. Prove that I’m more than a mask.
Jaskier: Maybe. After I find Ciri.
Prince Radovid: You should find Geralt first.
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Geralt of Rivia: [in Elven] Don’t waste your time on me.
Eithné: It is not a waste, Gwynbleidd. Your friend the sorceress left this for you. She said to tell you, “Something out there waits for you.”
Ciri: [to herself] Geralt would say to set the bone back into the joint, probably mutter something about hardship building character. And then he would…
[yells in pain as she sets her shoulder back in place]
Ciri: Never lost, always found.
Ciri: Oh, I’ve been walking the wrong way all night. I will not die here. I will not die here. I will not die here!
Ciri: You’re who I’ve been following? You’re a unicorn. Yennefer said you were real, but I never believed her. You saved me.
Ciri: I’m going mad. Imagining unicorns. I need some f***ing food! I can’t do this anymore.
Pavetta: You’ve spent your whole life trying to find a place where you belong. And yet, here you are. Abandoned once more.
Ciri: I wasn’t abandoned. Geralt said he’ll find me.
Pavetta: I can only imagine how relieved Geralt was to see you run into that tower. Perhaps, when you get down to it, you are too much for everyone.
Ciri: No, you don’t know me! You abandoned me! You went on that boat, and you didn’t take me with you! Why?
Ciri: Where am I? Who are you?
Falka: Good questions. I am the past, and this is the future. Well, a possible one.
Ciri: It’s not the first time I’ve seen the future. What is this place?
Falka: You may come to know it. Like I said, it’s a possibility. Could be one of many futures. It all depends on what you decide.
Ciri: I’m going insane.
Falka: Powerful women have been labelled insane since the dawn of time. It’s bulls**t. Always has been, always will be. History repeating itself. Something we have in common. Both insane princesses, abandoned by the people who were supposed to protect us, and royally f***ed over by our families. At least yours had the decency to die on their own. I had to kill mine.
Falka: How many more times will history have to repeat itself?
Ciri: I think I have the power to change things.
Falka: You’re not the first person to feel that way. But you, my friend, you could be the last.
Calanthe: Don’t you know where you are? The largest graveyard on the Continent.
Ciri: You want me to die?
Calanthe: I want you to wake the f*** up.
Calanthe: [to Ciri] People fear you. Aim to use you for their own agendas while your loved ones are falling by the wayside. And what have you done to prepare for the coming war? What have you done? And what have you done? Nothing!
Calanthe: [to Ciri] When death came for me, it was on my terms. That’s what good leaders do. What have you done? They stand up to the enemy. You’ve hidden yourself away all this time. You’ve done nothing. And now you’re hiding in this desert! Admit it!
Ciri: You led yourself and Cintra into dust and oblivion. You were ruled by hubris and fear, and so instead of helping people, you led into a cycle of violence. You let history repeat itself. You murdered people like me. You spilled elven blood. My blood! And for what? Death came for you in the end anyway. There has to be another way.
Calanthe: Do you really think that someone like you could change things where countless others have failed? You couldn’t lead a horse to water!
Falka: [to Ciri] Another tip? Don’t punch rocks.
Ciri: I don’t know you. The only conversations I’ve had are with my subconscious urging me to kill myself.
Falka: How are you so sure I’m not trying to do the same thing?
Ciri: Remains to be seen.
Falka: You think you’re cursed. But do you know what I see when I look at you?
Ciri: What?
Falka: A child. Run through a meat grinder by her own family. They lied to you and left you vulnerable. They left you to feel shame instead of pride. Self-loathing instead of love. Fear instead of acceptance.
Falka: I wanted the freedom to feel my rage. To stop shaming myself for what I could not control. You want to change the system, Princess Cirilla? Burn it to the ground.
Falka: [to Ciri] Those who are afraid of what you are are dead weight. Let them go. It feels amazing, doesn’t it? And to think you’ve had this power inside of you your entire life.
Falka: [to Ciri] When the flames licked my face, I didn’t cry out. I tapped into the curse everyone said I embodied. The same one that runs through you. History repeating itself. Except it isn’t a curse. It’s a gift. One they either wish to use you for, or destroy you for.
Falka: You, Cirilla, you’re different. You will change everything.
Falka: There will be a time of contempt. And then, finally, you can take back what’s yours. Your wrath is righteous. Your revenge is justice. They deserve to suffer. Make them. Those you love will betray you too. Trick you. You’ll always be their pawn. Feel your rage, child of the Elder Blood. Feel the pleasure of release. You said it yourself. You don’t need anyone. Feel the pleasure of release. You’ll always be their pawn. Feel your rage.
Ciri: [referring to Geralt and Yennefer] I won’t give them up.
Falka: They’ll only hold you back. This is your power. Magic is everywhere. Your destiny.
Ciri: I don’t want it. I don’t want it!
Ciri: I relinquish my powers!
Remiz: How can you be sure she’s the one?
Skomlik: Have you seen many an ashen-haired, green-eyed whelp on the edge of the desert? You d**kless knobhead. This is the girl he’s looking for.
Dryad Warrior: [in Elven] Turn back now, or die in that field, ugly human.
Jaskier: [in Elven] Sticks and stone may break my bones, but words will also hurt me.
Jaskier: I thought you dryads were, you know, exclusive. And sort of a no-boys-allowed kind of club. What changed your mind?
Milva: War.
Jaskier: Geralt! Are you decent? He’s never decent.
8. The Cost of Chaos
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Milva: You’re awake. And pleasant as ever. No, witcher. No news of Nilfgaard or the girl. And, no, I didn’t ask. Ask the wrong question, they will string you up. And then how would we have these lovely daily chats?
Milva: Grouse. Caught especially for you.
Geralt of Rivia: I don’t want it.
Milva: Of course you don’t. Ungrateful twat.
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Eithné: [referring to Geralt] Keep him alive.
Milva: Why is he so special?
Eithné: You are not the only one who protects lost souls. Many that do are broken themselves.
Jaskier: I don’t want to tell them how to do their jobs, or anything, but are we sure that these healers are qualified?
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Geralt of Rivia: Pack up. We leave in the morning.
Jaskier: Good. Yeah. Might I suggest we wait until your leg pus stops visibly oozing first?
Jaskier: Protecting her, protecting his family, it’s who he is. I’d have to kill him to stop him. And even in this sorry-a** state, I’m pretty sure he could snap me like a toothpick. So, no. I’m not going to stop him. If he needs my help, he has it.
Milva: So you’re both f***ing lunatics!
Sabrina: How did we not see it? Who Vilgefortz really was.
Philippa Eilhart: Some of us did.
Philippa Eilhart: You always propped up the Brotherhood, its importance in protecting Chaos. But with Vilgefortz, you simply propped up the man.
Tissaia: Save your sanctimony. I know I failed. But so did you. Go ahead, run back to Tretogor. But do not forget that you were willing to bring the whole Brotherhood down with your purge. And why? Not for Chaos. No. You destroyed whomever just so that Vizimir would finally see you lurking in Dijkstra’s shadow.
Tissaia: But that is the problem with trust. You have it until you don’t.
Emhyr: I must say, Fringilla, death, it becomes you.
King Vizimir: I thought you might be dead, Dijkstra. I swore I sent for you yesterday.
Sigismund Dijkstra: I came as fast as I could.
King Vizimir: Yes. Corpses have come faster, that was the joke.
Jaskier: [referring to Geralt] He is going. With or without me. Is he at full strength yet? Of course he’s not. Look at that leg, it’s like a sock full of marbles, which is why he needs somebody to look after him until he’s better.
Milva: You’re not his friend. You’re tagging along to get one more song out of him when he dies.
Jaskier: How dare you? I would milk his death for like three songs. And maybe an epic poem, so.
Milva: You’re useless. And he’s truly useless. Neither of you is any good to that girl dead.
Geralt of Rivia: Every day that I spend here is another that Ciri’s in danger. Just because you’re hiding from the world doesn’t mean that I have to.
Milva: You’ve got it wrong. I’m not scared to leave. I’m scared of what I’d do to them, the people who hurt me, if I did.
Geralt of Rivia: I know that fear.
Geralt of Rivia: I’ve always tried to stay above the fray. To shut everything out. And life always finds a way to force my hand.
Milva: Or forcing you to make a choice. I know.
Geralt of Rivia: Whatever they did to you, I hope they pay.
Milva: Like the world works that way.
Tissaia: Your pain is my pain.
Yennefer: My pain is your pain.
Tissaia: They make us sacrifice so much. The cost of learning magic.
Yennefer: My focus is here, on Ciri. If I go to him without her, I’ve failed.
Tissaia: There are worse failures.
Yennefer: Spare me the self-loathing bulls**t. This feeling sorry for yourself, and letting Vilgefortz make you question who you are. This isn’t you! I know you. At your core. Everything I’ve done, everything that’s been done to me, I’ve survived because of your faith. You are the strongest force I’ve ever known. Remember your strength. You are Tissaia de Vries, you are our mother, and we need you. I need you.
Tissaia: One of the first things we learn about Chaos is that it always has consequences. There is a cost to this magic. And eventually, we all must pay. It is not a gift. It is a trade. And often, that trade leads us to dark places. But there are always bright spots. Teaching you has been the biggest bright spot of my life. And I would love to see you through the next leg of your journey. I know you will do great things, my daughter. But I’m afraid I cannot. There is a cost I must pay. Sometimes a flower is just a flower. And the best thing it can do for us is die.
Geralt of Rivia: Yen? You came.
Yennefer: It’s me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t have her.
Geralt of Rivia: No. It’s my fault. I let Vilgefortz beat me. I couldn’t protect her.
Yennefer: He’s destroyed everything I love.
Yennefer: Tissaia. She’s gone. I know it’s not fair, but I’m so angry with her. Who do we have now?
Geralt of Rivia: We have you, Yen. I will find Ciri.
Geralt of Rivia: I need you to heal me, Yen. The dryads did what they could, but…
Yennefer: There are some wounds magic can’t heal.
Geralt of Rivia: I know.
Yennefer: Tell me this isn’t the last time I’ll see you. Say it. I need you, Geralt.
Geralt of Rivia: I need you too, Yen.
King Vizimir: [to Radovid] You look absolutely awful, and you stink. Let’s get you hosed down with a quickness.
Prince Radovid: You’ve been trying for years to find a purpose for me here. Plugged me into these straw-man jobs. I’m not a spy master. Not even a good prince. But I’ve finally found something that suits me. Someone. And he needs my help.
Francesca: Home is where my people are safe, Fringilla. Not in some unknown sphere at the hands of a girl with unknown powers.
Francesca: [to Fringilla] Emhyr murdered my child. And I lost my brother, my husband, and hundreds of our people, because of your lie?
Francesca: [to Fringilla, referring to Emhyr] He does not know the meaning of suffering. But he will. And so will you.
Triss: It’s hard to believe so much has happened in a week.
Sabrina: How much you lost.
Yennefer: We’ve all lost. Our home. Our history. People we love.
Keira Metz: Not a great week for magic.
Yennefer: The old guard is gone. It’s up to us. We decide how we move forward.
Jaskier: Never interrupt an artist when he is in a state of numinous flow.
Jaskier: It’s alright to be scared.
Dara: I’m not scared. I’m just tired of running. If I keep carrying this hatred, it’ll kill me.
Geralt of Rivia: Yes. It will.
Dara: I knew Ciri. She was the first person that I ever felt safe with. If you see her again, tell her I forgive her. And that I’m sorry.
Yennefer: Dear friend, you once told me of a dream where you were wandering through boundless fields towards an obelisk carved with names of the dead. A woman with cold blue eyes was following you. You knew her because she had dogged your every footstep. “Why?” you asked her. “Was it because you were meant to end up alone? Was it because she wanted you, a witcher who needed no one, to finally be afraid?” You told her the truth. You’d always been afraid. Until now. Because she’d taken everything from you, which means she’d also taken the fear. You and I, we now know what it means to need. To love. To lose it all. Neutrality be damned. We are no longer afraid.
Geralt of Rivia: If you manage to get to Nilfgaard before I do, you tell that f*** Emhyr that no matter his armies, no matter his walls, I will free Ciri. Understand?
Yennefer: I know in my heart, Geralt, you will find Ciri. And I will make sure there’s a safe world for her to return to. And if we must face the cold blue eyes of death, we will. But we will be the last to fall. Of that, I am sure. All my love, Yennefer.
Mistle: [to Ciri] They tell you it’s going to feel bad. Taking a life. But it doesn’t.
Mistle: What’s your name?
Ciri: Call me Falka.
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