Geralt may be ageless, and you can blame mutation for the white hair, but those premature grays wouldn’t surprise anybody who sees the stress of his day-to-day-life.
This entire article is about how the stressfulness and unpredictability of geralt’s life is deeply relatable to this writer who i have to assume is being paid on commission.
And where is Geralt when this climactic battle is taking place? Passed out in the back of a wagon, dreaming about his mom, because his previous gig — ham-handedly fighting a pack of zombies that he literally stumbled into — didn’t go so well. Rarely has television provided so apt a metaphor for the plight of the freelancer: losing a day in a dead-eyed stupor and missing everything important happening around you, because some random errand popped up and sucked out all the energy you had left in the tank.
and it’s hilarious.
