[Jaskier gestures with his hands out. With me has very obvious connotations that he is not denying. Geralt knows him. What he doesn't know is, even now, some part of it feels different. Vespula's taunting of his crush continues to haunt him, as if she actually had a point.

Which she did not. Clearly. He is instead haunted by how wrong she was.

Jaskier looks at his fingernails.] Yeah, well. [You and Yen are completely different, he wants to say. Destined lovers and all of that. There is not a chance in hell (he knows the term now, thank you) that Destiny intended him to be with a prince. A Redanian one. He's not exactly a fan of Vizimir's, ah... policies.]

Lucky for him I couldn't kill him if I wanted to. [Which he does not. It feels like it would be akin to kicking a pup.] I never said it was a fault. I have no faults, including trust. It's more -- [Now he looks up.] I don't know. [He pauses again.] I never wanted to fail Ciri, either.