Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-5583506-20150312223246

Sibern hadn't expected Geralt to answer him, and frankly he didn't care. Time was too important for both of them, rather than to answer mundane and stupid questions about each other's past and stuff like that. In the end they were all just meat puppets, powered by some unseen force which poorly educated fools would refer to as the soul - the essence of morality and ethics.

Such fucking bullshit, he reflected as he rose up from his seat with the flagon in his hand and walked out from the inn. Just the interior design was enough to give him a headache. ''There is no such thing as morality and ethics. Those are terms humanity made up in order to make themselves feel important or special if they lived up to those expectations. There is no such thing as good and evil, only humanity, and a perspective of what you, yourself deem as good and evil...''

Such thoughts had made him rather unpopular with the Investigator teams stationed in Solitude. No one wanted to work with him because of his... somewhat cynical view of the world and the creatures living in it. But it hadn't always been like that. He remembered himself as being different. Before his sister was murdered. She had been the light of his life, but her death had made him start to question everything about goodness and evil. In the end... he believed that he had gone insane, and perhaps he was? That wasn't for him to say, as he believed there was no such thing as being sane or insane as well. Once again, it was all just a matter of perspective from the side of majority...

He stood outside in the rain and watched the drips pool down the walls of the wooden building. The storm would be there in about one day from now...