[Seeing him is as good as a dagger in his heart. It's funny. He knows Geralt was coming back. That he was still here. He'd answered Jaskier's letter, after all. It is only seeing him now that it -- that so much goes through him, but most of all is this overwhelming sorrow for Geralt. For the bodies of the brothers he has left behind.
He rubs his fingers together, tempted to look down. To find the scars. To remember it had to be real.
Jaskier walks past him, forgetting what remains of his wine, sways as he makes his way, slowly, up the stairs.]
I don't know what you're talking about. There was no reason to rush back here.
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He rubs his fingers together, tempted to look down. To find the scars. To remember it had to be real.
Jaskier walks past him, forgetting what remains of his wine, sways as he makes his way, slowly, up the stairs.]
I don't know what you're talking about. There was no reason to rush back here.