[ A frown draws his brows together, though it's not quite erased the softness that lingers in his gaze. How does Jaskier mean, it makes no sense? The remark had been made offhand, but now that Jaskier has questioned it, Geralt finds himself answering seriously. ]
Not all. [ He means they aren't all Roach, at the same time, but even sober, Geralt is rarely one to speak in full context. ] Just one.
[ He hasn't got more than one Roach. He's got one. She's here, in the Horizon, reshaped, and when he gets a new one in the real world, mm. Well. Likely, she'll be reformed in this plane, too. He doesn't know why this seems important to explain right now, but it does, the idea that Roach is not simply a name applied to every damn horse that might come his way. It is applied to a particular horse, at a particular time. Namely, the horse he's chosen to ride. As his companion.
He takes another drink of wine. It slides smoothly down his throat. He sets the blooming horse down between them, confident it'll not run off the pier. And it doesn't, just mimics the gesture of grazing despite there being nothing to graze upon. He watches it for a few moments. ]
I don't know where the monsters are here. [ It's difficult to sense whether he intends this to be a philosophical statement or a literal one. Even Geralt doesn't know, so he lets it sit there for Jaskier to take it as he will. ]
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Not all. [ He means they aren't all Roach, at the same time, but even sober, Geralt is rarely one to speak in full context. ] Just one.
[ He hasn't got more than one Roach. He's got one. She's here, in the Horizon, reshaped, and when he gets a new one in the real world, mm. Well. Likely, she'll be reformed in this plane, too. He doesn't know why this seems important to explain right now, but it does, the idea that Roach is not simply a name applied to every damn horse that might come his way. It is applied to a particular horse, at a particular time. Namely, the horse he's chosen to ride. As his companion.
He takes another drink of wine. It slides smoothly down his throat. He sets the blooming horse down between them, confident it'll not run off the pier. And it doesn't, just mimics the gesture of grazing despite there being nothing to graze upon. He watches it for a few moments. ]
I don't know where the monsters are here. [ It's difficult to sense whether he intends this to be a philosophical statement or a literal one. Even Geralt doesn't know, so he lets it sit there for Jaskier to take it as he will. ]