[He runs his hands over his face, resisting the simple, insane urge to dig his nails in and drag. He wants to be asleep and it is the one thing he fears now, most of all, knowing what his nightmares have become again.

Even Geralt's lamp, brought to the office, does not drive them away.]

You're right. [As he usually is, as fun it is to tease him about it normally. The Singularity has often been something to blame in Jaskier's past, but that... that interaction with it, when he was cursed, has shifted his opinion somewhat.

He still fears it. But, for whatever reason, he has begun to consider it is not particularly malevolent.] I cannot say for sure, but some part of me wants to believe it isn't involved. I don't think it would... hurt us. On purpose. Because of this connection.

[He sounds insane. Perhaps it's the wine. Jaskier places his hands down, looking at Alucard. Wishing that the offering of embracing him might change anything, for either of them.

It will not.] I'm sorry, Adrian. I truly am. I will not rest until we have gotten them back.