[He pauses in the broiling growth that is his impending outrage.]
Ah. Well. [How embarrassing. He clears his throat. Look, this is what happens when you spend too much time with the dumb sort of company who may think that. When people do get thrown into cages for things they were forced to do. A frequent occurrence back him that, apparently, has left its mark.]
My apologies.
[And his sincerity is equally gentle.] I'd say it's about the shittiest luck in the world, actually.
[Not to expound upon it, or anything. Jaskier gives a nod, his fingers rubbing together with that wrapped up energy and no place to throw it.] Of course not. [Now that he's led them to a nice little park. There's benches, and while the gardens here are not exactly as ripe as the ones he once walked through during the summers of Toussaint, they're. Nice enough. (Not nearly as sweet as the ones he's grown in the cemetery.) He takes his seat only after the dhampir does, though his right leg thumps up and down once he's seated.] Look. You needn't say anything more on it. And I will not, of course, ever share it with anyone. I know plenty believe I'm a loudmouth -- and I am -- but I do not share secrets, nor pain.
the steering wheel is now gone, one tire's blown, we're veering off the road
Ah. Well. [How embarrassing. He clears his throat. Look, this is what happens when you spend too much time with the dumb sort of company who may think that. When people do get thrown into cages for things they were forced to do. A frequent occurrence back him that, apparently, has left its mark.]
My apologies.
[And his sincerity is equally gentle.] I'd say it's about the shittiest luck in the world, actually.
[Not to expound upon it, or anything. Jaskier gives a nod, his fingers rubbing together with that wrapped up energy and no place to throw it.] Of course not. [Now that he's led them to a nice little park. There's benches, and while the gardens here are not exactly as ripe as the ones he once walked through during the summers of Toussaint, they're. Nice enough. (Not nearly as sweet as the ones he's grown in the cemetery.) He takes his seat only after the dhampir does, though his right leg thumps up and down once he's seated.] Look. You needn't say anything more on it. And I will not, of course, ever share it with anyone. I know plenty believe I'm a loudmouth -- and I am -- but I do not share secrets, nor pain.