I enjoyed this story quite a bit! there are so few witcher stories out there that its truly a great thing when you find one thats as good as this. Thanks for sharing!

This was glorious. I really enjoyed it. Well written, interesting and all of them in character.

Really like this so far.

"Ruby was right, you know."

Geralt glanced up from his work. He was in the Beacon forge, sharpening and oiling his blades. The voice was Weiss Schnee's. She had been in the forge a while, refilling the cartridges of her rapier, and had been glancing at him regularly when she thought he wouldn't notice. Only now did she approach him directly.

"What about?" Geralt asked, turning back to his cloth, gently dipping it in the specter oil.

"You're avoiding them. Ruby and her family." Weiss sat down across the workbench from him. "Why?"

He looked up at her. "Habit?" he said dryly. "They keep calling me something I'm not."

"I occasionally enjoy being called something I'm not," Weiss said evenly, her eyes cool. "It's better than some of the things I am. And there's not much that isn't worse than being a hero."

"That," Geralt said stonily, "is where we'll have to disagree."

"Oh?" Weiss said, raising an eyebrow. "And what would you say is better than a hero?"

Geralt turned back to his work, withdrawing the cloth and carefully wringing it out back into the decanter. "Basically anything. Heroes," he took the cloth in his fingers and carefully began running it along the edge of his silver sword, "die. It's most of what they do. I generally prefer surviving."

"Heroes," Weiss said coldly, "do what no one else can."

Geralt looked at her sharply, took in the cold edge to her voice and appearance, the untouched quality of her garb and accoutrements. "Heroes," he said firmly, "get dragged through life by causes, and friends, and one 'good fight' after another, and wind up killed by one or another. No." He slipped the cloth off of the blade and dropped it into the heated pot of water, where it hissed slightly. "I've got my job, and it's the only one I can do. I'll stick to it."

"Is it so bad?" Weiss asked, "to have friends to fight for, and who will fight for you?"

Geralt glared at her. "I have a feeling, Schnee," he said evenly, "that you and I have about the same amount of experience there: not much."

Weiss swallowed convulsively. "I don't drive people away," she hissed.

"Good," he said, standing up and slinging the silver behind his back. "Maybe one day you'll be a hero."

"Loneliness is not a barrier to heroism, Mr. Rivia," Weiss said fiercely.

Geralt barked a laugh. "I don't think I've ever been called Mr. Rivia before," he chuckled. "Just Geralt, please. And isn't it?"

"No!"

"Ozpin, then," Geralt said, cocking his head. "He's probably responsible, in some way, for driving the Grimm back more than anyone else alive. But he's not who you think of when you talk about heroes, is he?"

Weiss glared at him. "He's a hero," she said firmly.

"But not as much of one as, say, Summer?"

Weiss looked away.

"Here's the basic differences between Summer and Ozpin," Geralt said slowly. "Summer fights in the open, while Ozpin's usually on the back end of things. Summer's open, friendly, and nice to people; Ozpin's a chessmaster if I ever saw one, and he keeps his pieces at arm's length. And Summer is several orders of magnitude less effective than Ozpin is." Geralt shrugged. "The fact that, in spite of that, Summer's more of a hero should speak for itself."

"It's not at all that simple," Weiss said.

"Maybe not," Geralt agreed. "Ozpin, Summer, and I are all very different people. But Ozpin and I get something that you don't, and maybe you never will. Maybe that's a good thing."

"And what is that?" Weiss asked icily.

"Remnant's like home," Geralt said quietly. "It's got enough heroes. What it needs is a professional."

Weiss had nothing to say to that.

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Liking this story more and more.

I nearly bawled my eyes out at Summer reunited with yang and Ruby!

huh.

Honestly there isnt enough Witcher fanfictions this one was honestly a joy to read, Ill be reading that sequel too.

Interesting

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Geralt saves Summer, but *doesn't* find a way to have sex with her?
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IT'S A DOPPLER! QUICK, GRAB THE SILVER CHAINS!

Really good fic!

I love the thought and purpose that was behind this, though I do hope the sequel goes a bit longer, I enjoy Geralt and his interactions with everyone a lot.

That was a nice story to read. Well written, light, easy-going and perfect for a long train ride. It really made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside :D

i was listening to that miracle of sound song while reading this fittingly enough

well, finding ciri was somewhat anticlimactic