[Whatever answer he braces himself for -- and let's be honest, he braces himself for the answer to be Yennefer, who he cannot imagine coming within a hair's breadth of any action so meaningful to anyone, let alone Geralt -- no amount of bracing could have been enough for this.]
Oooh. Smouldering muse, I like that. [Wait a second. He jerks his head towards Geralt.] You're telling me, [He starts, and for the first time in the conversation he is animated and no longer so much a shirking violet, pulling away from what has happened to his friend,] Kylo-fucking-Ren gave you a perfect replication of your old medallion, while you were imprisoned in Thorne's dungeons, that was passed onto him from Yennefer, prior to your escape, as orchestrated by a Thornean mage under Kylo Ren's request?
[His head spins. He feels abruptly as if, somehow, another Conjunction has happened, and he has been smashed into some other sphere where this story makes sense, cohesively. He raises a hand as if he has to stop Geralt from launching into more words, even though he's clearly said his piece.]
I am experiencing so many emotions right now. [It's almost a joke, except it isn't. He has yet to check in with Kylo Ren at all since their escape; their relationship was far from tenuous while he was in Thorne, but Jaskier could guess where his loyalties lay, and it's certainly not with those who scurried about and escaped into portals. The conversations with him, and the meetings they set up -- they were not frivolous things, and neither were they particularly heartfelt. While Yennefer is evil and rude and one of the worst people Jaskier's ever met, he doesn't take Kylo Ren as a sentimental sort, either.] H-how... whhhhy would Yennefer trust Kylo Ren enough to -- augh. She's probably fucking him, isn't she? Oooh, how I could wring that weird little goose neck of hers.
[She probably did it on purpose, hearing that precious ballad he'd rung through Thorne's halls. (He still thinks it's one of his best.) Well, the joke is on her. Kylo Ren thinks he's supremely sexy, and carried him across literal fire, and he can bet five crowns that Yennefer has never even seen his volcano. So. Hah.]
If it's from Kylo Ren, then I bet my left asscheek that Ronan made it. Abrasive git. I couldn't even get a bloody pierogi out of him. [Or a lute, which he never asked for, which probably would have happened, maybe, if he had. Well, fuck him for asking for a treat instead of an Elven lute crafted out of magic. He bets it would've been fuck-ugly, anyway.] How on Melitele's green fucking earth did you manage to receive aid from Thorne sympathizers? I'm sorry, but Yennefer is not that convincing.
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Oooh. Smouldering muse, I like that. [Wait a second. He jerks his head towards Geralt.] You're telling me, [He starts, and for the first time in the conversation he is animated and no longer so much a shirking violet, pulling away from what has happened to his friend,] Kylo-fucking-Ren gave you a perfect replication of your old medallion, while you were imprisoned in Thorne's dungeons, that was passed onto him from Yennefer, prior to your escape, as orchestrated by a Thornean mage under Kylo Ren's request?
[His head spins. He feels abruptly as if, somehow, another Conjunction has happened, and he has been smashed into some other sphere where this story makes sense, cohesively. He raises a hand as if he has to stop Geralt from launching into more words, even though he's clearly said his piece.]
I am experiencing so many emotions right now. [It's almost a joke, except it isn't. He has yet to check in with Kylo Ren at all since their escape; their relationship was far from tenuous while he was in Thorne, but Jaskier could guess where his loyalties lay, and it's certainly not with those who scurried about and escaped into portals. The conversations with him, and the meetings they set up -- they were not frivolous things, and neither were they particularly heartfelt. While Yennefer is evil and rude and one of the worst people Jaskier's ever met, he doesn't take Kylo Ren as a sentimental sort, either.] H-how... whhhhy would Yennefer trust Kylo Ren enough to -- augh. She's probably fucking him, isn't she? Oooh, how I could wring that weird little goose neck of hers.
[She probably did it on purpose, hearing that precious ballad he'd rung through Thorne's halls. (He still thinks it's one of his best.) Well, the joke is on her. Kylo Ren thinks he's supremely sexy, and carried him across literal fire, and he can bet five crowns that Yennefer has never even seen his volcano. So. Hah.]
If it's from Kylo Ren, then I bet my left asscheek that Ronan made it. Abrasive git. I couldn't even get a bloody pierogi out of him. [Or a lute, which he never asked for, which probably would have happened, maybe, if he had. Well, fuck him for asking for a treat instead of an Elven lute crafted out of magic. He bets it would've been fuck-ugly, anyway.] How on Melitele's green fucking earth did you manage to receive aid from Thorne sympathizers? I'm sorry, but Yennefer is not that convincing.