[ His expression is unreadable, on the surface, though Jaskier probably knows him well enough to understand Geralt is torn over something. Namely, that he isn't certain how much more he wants to say without Ciri here. There's one thing Geralt has always been sure of when it comes to Ciri and it's to let her make her own choices. But it also isn't his wish to shut Jaskier out. Especially not now when Jaskier's been invariably caught in its crossfire. ]
We thought this world simply prevented her from using any of it. [ His voice is firm, and underneath that, seeking an understanding. Not that he believes Jaskier would think he deliberately left him in the dark about what could be so fucking dangerous. (He still feels responsible, despite that.)
He exhales. Fuck. Every day that passes, more of his edges begin to fray, and at this point, it feels as if he's doing everything he can to keep it all from bursting at the seams. This. Jaskier, with his newfound powers, so much of Ciri that he still can't understand, and a world outside that's determined to swallow everyone up in its obsession with the Singularity's power. The truth is, Geralt has largely gone without much concern over Jaskier back on the Continent. Sometimes, of course, when Jaskier followed him on a hunt. Rare moments where unexpected danger came. But for the most part, Jaskier has always taken care of himself with little trouble. It's only now that there is an unshakable pressure, a mounting dread that whatever is coming, he'll fail to protect those most important to him. ]
I'm sure. [ There's more he's getting from Jaskier, from the way he's reacting, that he can't place his finger on. He studies his friend for a moment before letting it go. Geralt has things he's not told Jaskier, but he's never lied to him outright and now is no different. Ciri was not alone in her decision to keep silent. He has little desire to leave Jaskier believing otherwise. ] She needed time to decide how to tell you. I told her to wait until she was ready.
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We thought this world simply prevented her from using any of it. [ His voice is firm, and underneath that, seeking an understanding. Not that he believes Jaskier would think he deliberately left him in the dark about what could be so fucking dangerous. (He still feels responsible, despite that.)
He exhales. Fuck. Every day that passes, more of his edges begin to fray, and at this point, it feels as if he's doing everything he can to keep it all from bursting at the seams. This. Jaskier, with his newfound powers, so much of Ciri that he still can't understand, and a world outside that's determined to swallow everyone up in its obsession with the Singularity's power. The truth is, Geralt has largely gone without much concern over Jaskier back on the Continent. Sometimes, of course, when Jaskier followed him on a hunt. Rare moments where unexpected danger came. But for the most part, Jaskier has always taken care of himself with little trouble. It's only now that there is an unshakable pressure, a mounting dread that whatever is coming, he'll fail to protect those most important to him. ]
I'm sure. [ There's more he's getting from Jaskier, from the way he's reacting, that he can't place his finger on. He studies his friend for a moment before letting it go. Geralt has things he's not told Jaskier, but he's never lied to him outright and now is no different. Ciri was not alone in her decision to keep silent. He has little desire to leave Jaskier believing otherwise. ] She needed time to decide how to tell you. I told her to wait until she was ready.