[ Truthfully, Geralt just doesn't know where to start even if he were to want to tell. Julie had asked him to start from the beginning, and he had, with the same pauses and skips. There's just too fucking much.
An outline's about as good as it'll get.
His expression flickers when Jaskier is mentioned. Diminished. Yeah. Not forever, he thinks. Jaskier's been through a lot, and he imagines given time, his friend will find his own way again. Still. He does want to help, and he isn't entirely certain how. Or if he even can. Experience tells him often, there's only so much you can do from the outside.
He moves quietly past the matter of Jaskier. It feels too personal to get into. Like it isn't his story to speculate upon with Alucard. He supposes, if Jaskier wanted to share, he would with Alucard on his own. ] I remember meeting Ciri now. Raising her.
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An outline's about as good as it'll get.
His expression flickers when Jaskier is mentioned. Diminished. Yeah. Not forever, he thinks. Jaskier's been through a lot, and he imagines given time, his friend will find his own way again. Still. He does want to help, and he isn't entirely certain how. Or if he even can. Experience tells him often, there's only so much you can do from the outside.
He moves quietly past the matter of Jaskier. It feels too personal to get into. Like it isn't his story to speculate upon with Alucard. He supposes, if Jaskier wanted to share, he would with Alucard on his own. ] I remember meeting Ciri now. Raising her.