[He's going to absolutely lose his fucking mind if he doesn't figure out what that sound was. It feels like the secret, the one thing he needs to ensure he knows where Geralt and Ciri are. But no one seems to know anything about it... and he's the only one who heard it.]

You don't --

[Jaskier chokes, grabbing him.] Geralt! Fuck. Fuck, fuck, no, come on. Hang on --

[He isn't hanging on. It isn't that Geralt is dying right in front of him, but he looks like he's losing consciousness. It's too soon. He didn't get enough information. He wasted his questions --

He misses his fucking friend.]

Geralt. You had better not die, you fucking -- I'm going to find you. [And he's gone.] I swear.