Well if it isn't the white fucking wolf and the big fucking mouth! (Both shake hands and turns to comrades) Put your weapons down! Numpty arseholes. This is an old friend.
Oh no well, obviously we'll kill her. We'll definitely going to kill her, I just haven't found a good enough jabbing stick yet. But what if she's changed too? Look, people do stupid things when they think they're trapped in a corner, Geralt. And they say stupid things. That's what friends do. They come back.
(Pauses) Villentretenmerth told us we were made for each other, destined for each other. And that nothing would come of it, because destiny alone isn't sufficient. Something more is needed. She is something more.
That's how I felt when I realized that I could no longer count on you, to fulfill my mission. I'm the one who ordered the death of that Elven baby, I had to. It was the best path to helping me find my daughter.
Let me know if you plan to start holding weapons back next, leaving unarmed Squirrels to fight for our freedom.
FFrancesca
I told you, I've given you all the fighters I can spare.
GGallatin
We both know that's bullshit. Your best fighters are running secret missions for who the fuck knows where, while the rest of us are out there following orders, attacking convoys, doing the work to get our land back
FFrancesca
Doing the bidding of yet another self-important human.
GGallatin
You think I give a shit about that White Flame nonsense? I give a shit about food in my stomach and a place to call home. I have plans and they don't involve dying in the woods because of your selfishness.
FFrancesca
Plans with Nilfgaard?
GGallatin
What don't you get? If Nilfgaard takes the North, elves are free everywhere. The whole Continent is our Dol Blathanna
FFrancesca
We tried sharing the Continent for centuries. If there's to be another genocide, this time, it'll be the humans'.
GGallatin
(Shakes head) You keep spouting off about ancient times, prophecies. I don't know what you're looking for out there, but you want to keep elves alive? Here we are.
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.
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.
No, you chose to interfere. That messenger in Ellander, his fate is a mystery, but I know what will happen here. Dominik Houvenaghel will send his cousin Leo Bonhart here to recuperate his losses with money or with blood. The townspeople who do survive will be conscripted to fight against the war that's looming on the horizon, where they'll die on the battlefield. If disease or starvation doesn't claim them first. You saved one and the consequences has likely damned a hundred others in exchange.
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?