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I’d love to read a fic where the remaining Witchers decide to stick up for themselves, they save hundreds of lives a year and there aren’t many left. All of them move to Kaer Morhen and map out locations where they were chased out with pitchforks, where they weren’t paid what they were owed and where no shop owner would serve them so much as a single meal. And then all of them just never go to those places no matter how much is offered, no matter how many people hunt them down to beg for help. Because with only a few dozen witchers left alive, they get to decide what being a witcher means and they’ve decided that how they’ve been treated so far ain’t it.