"You heard Adelaide," he reasoned, turning his gaze to Ciri. "This condition has been cured, Anders is proof. Just because something has always been, does not mean it always will be. Sicknesses once thought a death sentence can be cured. If anyone deserves to have that chance taken on them, it is a child. He deserves better than us giving up on him so quickly."

He turned to look back at the child, hoping that whatever Adelaide was doing would work. If the kid started rampaging, even he might admit that there wouldn't be an option. But until there was no other choice, wasn't it their responsibility, their duty, even, to try and help him? All other options needed to be exhausted first, to give this child a chance to live the life stolen from him. That was his belief anyways.

"Come on, kid, I know you're stronger than this," he said as he watched. "Don't let the people who did this to you win. You survived up to now, don't give up just yet."