[‘A jog’ did not explain the wild look that Jaskier had thrown behind himself, when he had first stopped. As if he had expected something, or perhaps someone to be in pursuit.
John does not press, but he finds that he often does not need to. Not here and now, as Verity. And not, he supposes, as Lord John Grey himself either. He wonders if his godhood somehow was created from that — if he created it himself, perhaps? — and the world tilts on its axis for the briefest of moments. He tightens his hold on Jaskier’s arm and decides it’s best not to think of such things, for the time being.]
Besides that. [He echoes, and considers his answer for a moment.]
I was with Geralt, for a time. In a cabin in the mountains. [A smile plays across his face. Despite how it had ended, there are good memories there. He was sorry that the moment of peace they had built together had been thus interrupted.
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John does not press, but he finds that he often does not need to. Not here and now, as Verity. And not, he supposes, as Lord John Grey himself either. He wonders if his godhood somehow was created from that — if he created it himself, perhaps? — and the world tilts on its axis for the briefest of moments. He tightens his hold on Jaskier’s arm and decides it’s best not to think of such things, for the time being.]
Besides that. [He echoes, and considers his answer for a moment.]
I was with Geralt, for a time. In a cabin in the mountains. [A smile plays across his face. Despite how it had ended, there are good memories there. He was sorry that the moment of peace they had built together had been thus interrupted.
Shattered, as it were.]
He built this one himself, this time.