[John's expression softens ever so slightly at that confession. The fear of loss...
John is a soldier. He knows that now. He cannot say he had ever truly lost that part of himself, but in a way it had been buried, and for however long he had spent together with his fellow travelers here in this place, he had found peace. But as a soldier, John understands loss. He has faced it, time and time again. Perhaps not exactly in such a way as Jaskier refers, but he suspects it is not so different either.
There are those who might say that it gets easier, over time. But John suspects that those are lies one tells oneself to soften a blow. And being Verity, he is not about to lie to his companion.
John gently squeezes Jaskier's hand in return, where the other man is holding it tight.]
It is not wrong to fear loss. You seek to protect yourself from the pain you know is coming. And so you run.
[John searches the other man's expression gently.]
My dear friend. You know that you cannot run forever.
i hope you won't mind me continuing this even though its super late ;;
John is a soldier. He knows that now. He cannot say he had ever truly lost that part of himself, but in a way it had been buried, and for however long he had spent together with his fellow travelers here in this place, he had found peace. But as a soldier, John understands loss. He has faced it, time and time again. Perhaps not exactly in such a way as Jaskier refers, but he suspects it is not so different either.
There are those who might say that it gets easier, over time. But John suspects that those are lies one tells oneself to soften a blow. And being Verity, he is not about to lie to his companion.
John gently squeezes Jaskier's hand in return, where the other man is holding it tight.]
It is not wrong to fear loss. You seek to protect yourself from the pain you know is coming. And so you run.
[John searches the other man's expression gently.]
My dear friend. You know that you cannot run forever.