[ That says enough. Geralt has always been aware, between the things Amos has told him and in the spaces where he's said nothing, that the man has as tumultuous a past as Geralt does. No. Amos will not ask. He finds himself concerned more for Amos. Not much unsettles him. He hopes it hadn't—
He studies the blooming rose. He wonders if Jaskier can sense it, how he is already beginning to close himself off—to grasp the first reason he can find to do so, perhaps. (Is that what he's doing?) Jaskier need not be burdened further. His friend has seen enough, understood enough. And he doesn't expect anyone else to shoulder the weight of his memories. The offer lingers there, waiting. He wants to take it as much as he doesn't. ]
She reached for it. [ The words spill out of him, unbidden. ] Those memories. To drown out all else, when the mages broke through.
[ Not on purpose, he knows. It just...he doesn't know why he's telling Jaskier. He's not interested, hearing his friend angry or upset on his behalf. That's not what he wants. Maybe it's a simple matter of needing to say it out loud, to someone. ]
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He studies the blooming rose. He wonders if Jaskier can sense it, how he is already beginning to close himself off—to grasp the first reason he can find to do so, perhaps. (Is that what he's doing?) Jaskier need not be burdened further. His friend has seen enough, understood enough. And he doesn't expect anyone else to shoulder the weight of his memories. The offer lingers there, waiting. He wants to take it as much as he doesn't. ]
She reached for it. [ The words spill out of him, unbidden. ] Those memories. To drown out all else, when the mages broke through.
[ Not on purpose, he knows. It just...he doesn't know why he's telling Jaskier. He's not interested, hearing his friend angry or upset on his behalf. That's not what he wants. Maybe it's a simple matter of needing to say it out loud, to someone. ]