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A most deplorable sight,” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “Someone who has lost everything. You know, minstrel, it is interesting. Once, I thought it was impossible to lose everything, that something always remains. Always. Even in times of contempt, when naivety is capable of backfiring in the cruellest way, one cannot lose everything. But he… he lost several pints of blood, the ability to walk properly, partial use of his left hand, his witcher’s sword, the woman he loves, the daughter he had gained by a miracle, his faith… Well, I thought, he must have been left with something. But I was wrong. He has nothing now. Not even a razor.”Dandelion remained silent. The dryad did not move.”I asked if you had a hand in this,” she began a moment later. “But I think there was no need. It’s obvious you had a hand in it. It’s obvious you are his friend. And if someone has friends, and he loses everything in spite of that, it’s obvious the friends are to blame. For what they did, or for what they didn’t do.
