Talk:Essi Daven/@comment-99.252.62.64-20160423194113

I fell in love with Essi Daven about half way through the story. She, perhaps, was meant to be for him, and until the end of her days, she stayed so. Essi was genuine, was real, and she loved Geralt greatly and dearly. I sensed somewhere in Geralt, his feelings were true, that he regretted having not known her earlier, have not learned of her dark sides, have not been with her for long enough to call her Poppet; and she was happy. To have heard what he said.

I couldn't help it at the end. After I learned of her fate, I broke. Starred onto the ceiling for quite a while, not knowing what to think. Why must she suffer? She loved Geralt, the man she never had a second chance to meet again. To die in sickness, helplessly, hopelessly, and alone; to die of her dreaded fears. No remembrance, no reminiscence. A little grave on the outskirt, by her dear friend. And I so have wished it was Geralt who burried her. Because she had never parted her Blue Pearl, until the end of her days.

And to think Essi Daven had grown a slight glimpse of hope with him. "But perhaps... Perhaps it would be like it was with that shell, with that curious gift? Perhaps we could find a pearl? Later? When some time has passed?"

And it broke me.