[ Since their return, Geralt has largely kept to himself. He needed time for himself, and he suspects Jaskier needed it, too. He does not necessarily regret taking that time to sort out his thoughts, but he wishes there was more he could do.
It's hard to say whether he pulls Jaskier closer or Jaskier moves towards him. He only knows his friend collapses against his chest, and Geralt wraps a firm arm around him. They shared a lot of years on the Continent. Then they shared hundreds more. That's the thing about being a Witcher. He will outlive his people or they will outlive him. There is no other option...until there was.
The world does not work that way. It cannot grant them an eternity together, untouched by time, unmarred by loss. Not without a great cost. They have got each other now. He walked away from Brokilon. Ciri returned to him. Yennefer is with him, and Jaskier is by his side.
The last to fall.
Their foreheads touch. He rests his hand against Jaskier's cheek, silent. What is there to say? The words aren't important. ]
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It's hard to say whether he pulls Jaskier closer or Jaskier moves towards him. He only knows his friend collapses against his chest, and Geralt wraps a firm arm around him. They shared a lot of years on the Continent. Then they shared hundreds more. That's the thing about being a Witcher. He will outlive his people or they will outlive him. There is no other option...until there was.
The world does not work that way. It cannot grant them an eternity together, untouched by time, unmarred by loss. Not without a great cost. They have got each other now. He walked away from Brokilon. Ciri returned to him. Yennefer is with him, and Jaskier is by his side.
The last to fall.
Their foreheads touch. He rests his hand against Jaskier's cheek, silent. What is there to say? The words aren't important. ]