WIP excerpt: Geralt didn’t like this line of questioning. He really didn’t like to remember that Roach hadn’t always been this Roach. He’d replaced her pretty recently, actually; lost the last one to a degenerating hoof condition. He’d caught it in time-- smelled it-- that he’d managed to sell her on, cheap even though she wasn’t lame yet because it felt dishonest not to explain why, to a farmer who’d promised to kill her quick when the time came she got too lame, but he wasn’t thinking about that now and he’d got this one trained up well enough that he didn’t have to think about it. The farmer was probably lying and would sell her on, passing her off as sound-- but this way, Geralt wouldn’t have to kill her himself, and wouldn’t have to think about it for years the way he sometimes did about previous horses he’d had to kill.
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Geralt didn’t like this line of questioning. He really didn’t like to remember that Roach hadn’t always been this Roach. He’d replaced her pretty recently, actually; lost the last one to a degenerating hoof condition. He’d caught it in time-- smelled it-- that he’d managed to sell her on, cheap even though she wasn’t lame yet because it felt dishonest not to explain why, to a farmer who’d promised to kill her quick when the time came she got too lame, but he wasn’t thinking about that now and he’d got this one trained up well enough that he didn’t have to think about it. The farmer was probably lying and would sell her on, passing her off as sound-- but this way, Geralt wouldn’t have to kill her himself, and wouldn’t have to think about it for years the way he sometimes did about previous horses he’d had to kill.