28. Vampiro de Coração Mole

I returned to the An Craite fort already wearing the armor. Because of its lightness, it was very quick to put on, although I curled up a bit. It was my first time wearing something like this, so it is normal to lose time on it.

Upon arriving, I find Dettlaff in deep conversation with Cerys, who seemed to take it seriously. Not wanting to get in the way of our stoic gallant, I went to find Geralt, who was also in deep conversation with Yen.

Knowing the headache that was coming, I went to drink, in company with Hjalmar.

"Sam, what can you tell me about your friend?" he doesn't think twice about asking.

"Related to?" I ask confused.

"I don't know, my sister has never been one to be immersed in conversations with people she barely knows, but your friend seems to have captivated her a bit." he says, shrugging.

"Well, he's a good guy, but he's too soft-hearted. That's good, because he's open to the emotions that life can bring, but it's also bad for the same reason. An intense man, and being so, his feelings are too.

But to be clear, he is not a danger, if you don't try to fool him. Being used can drive anyone crazy, even more so when feelings are involved," I explain.

"My sister may be a bit unpalatable with her stubbornness of wanting to prove herself, but she would never use another person, trampling on her heart. So at least we're okay for the time being." he says, subsequently turning over his mug of booze.

"How so?" I ask, this time I was confused.

"Well, how can I put it. I know my sister very well, and I know when her eyes are on someone. She had a crush on Geralt, which over time, faded, but then another one showed up." he begins.

"You can stop. If you try to throw your sister at me, I'm warning you, it would be useless. I don't have much time in this world, and even if I did, I can't have children, and for a ruler, that's not good.

"Wait, are you saying you're going to die?" he stops, staring at me.

"Just like anyone else. It will be soon, but not before I sort some things out, and that means I can't be with your sister, as much as I'd like to." I reply calmly.

"You know, for a person who knows his fate, you are really scary. To take so kindly to your death is something I wouldn't have the courage for." he says, playing with his half-empty mug.

"Nothing you can do about it. But you see, I'm enjoying my days, doing what I can, helping as I can. So I sincerely recommend that you talk to your sister," I say, as this was a subject I didn't want in my lap.

"As if she would listen to anything. Her stubbornness sometimes blinds her so much that the only thing I can do is help without her noticing. Which is hard. But that's what I like about her." Hjalmar says, with a smile on his face.

"I understand you. But since my stay here is already at an end, I'll get ahead of myself and get back to my business. Tell Dettlaff he can stay, he can learn a lot here, with her and you," I say, and just as he was about to tell me something, he stops.

I was crumbling into shadows at the same time, it seemed that a certain purple-faced titan had done his blip, and I was one of those who turned to dust.

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I reappear a few seconds later at the gates of Kaer Morhen, I just didn't enter directly because I didn't want to kill old Vesemir from the heart. He plays strong, but he is old and...

Anyway...

I go in and go straight to look for him. Giving the diagrams of the armor to the man and of course, I already made a copy for myself. My next destination will allow me to use this armor to the fullest.

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POV DETTLAFF

"I was like you, stubborn. But then I met someone. She made me see that my stubbornness, while being a good thing, was also bad for me. So think carefully about what you are going to do," I tell the girl. How she reminds me of my old, untamed, unrestrained self.

"But I want to at least try." she insists.

"He's going to die, and he's fine with that. There's no use trying to change his mind. Now imagine his mind, when his time comes, and he has to leave you, not knowing if he's going to be okay or not?

Is that, the feeling you want to give your soul when he is gone? Is it not being able to rest that you want to give to the man you say you love? Is that love or just another one of your stubbornness to have what you think you want to have?

If you want to make someone happy, sometimes it comes at the base of pain. It's by letting them go that happiness comes to them, and in a way, you will be happy too, knowing about the other person's happiness," I explain.

"You seem to know a lot," she comments.

"I can tell you, who knows, it might help you understand the situation as a whole, and it also helps me, since not running away from the subject makes me stronger." he says, tapping his finger on his chest, where his heart should be.

"Sure, not least because, he seems to have left." she says, pointing to one of the tables. There, I could see Sam disintegrating into dust, which scared me a little, but his presence was still in the world, so I quickly calmed down.

In the meantime, Hjalmar joined us, and I continued to tell my story. Besides him, Geralt's sorceress friend, along with Geralt himself, approached to listen as well.

It was a very quiet evening, where Hjalmar proved to be a good friend, even if we were not so close.

Geralt was also supporting me, and Yen, as Geralt called her, could understand the situation better than anyone else.

Cerys just held my hand, squeezing it tightly. It was her way of giving me some support, which made me happy.

No, I don't have feelings for the girl, I'm just enjoying meeting new people and making friends. It was like Sam said, being alone doesn't mean loneliness, just as being around many doesn't bring happiness.

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