Mm. What else has Jaskier been saying, he wonders. Not that it especially bothers him, but—there is, too, that what Jaskier sees is not always what he sees, both of the world and otherwise.

He hums. "When the people overthrew their king, they believed saw real change. Then a decade went by, another came to claim the throne, and half the north is now burning."

Was it worth it? Maybe. Maybe for those humans who had their years of peace in their short lives, it was. That's not really for him to say. He does not live under kings and rulers and within lands held by those who care too little and have too much.

Either way, that's not the crux of it. A world is a world. Sometimes things change, sometimes they last, sometimes it falls to ruin decades later. Sometimes what is hopeful for some spells only despair for others. What the world is or is not capable of is not a point he wants to contend. And it's not the reason Estinien pissed him off that day. For him, it's much simpler.

"You have your reasons to do as you will," he continues evenly. "It's not my place to tell you where to find your purpose. But it is not your place to tell me where I'm to find mine, either. Whatever the state of the world may be."