[ The smallest frown marks his expression. He isn't here for some sort of in-depth conversation. As if he's ever here for that. He'd wanted to see Jaskier to gauge where he stands, where they stand. To confirm, maybe, for himself that they both now remember. And Jaskier, as he tends to, makes it known with little prompting and then some.
It stings. He also gets it. How it feels when wounds are ripped anew. And he'd never intended to be the source of such a deep wound, but he understands that he was. He'd not wanted to believe, at the time, that he could ever mean that much to someone. After Yennefer walked away, it'd felt—easier, perhaps. To be alone than to wait to be left alone. (He knows he was wrong. He knows he fucked up.) ]
It's not your understanding I came for. [ The statement is blunt, but not unkind. He takes a deep breath. Funny. He's carried a multitude of regrets and loss over the decades, but this is the first time the amount of it has cascaded upon him like an avalanche. If he stops for too long, he thinks he might be swallowed whole. He pushes it aside, to focus on the present. ] I came to tell you you're not alone in what you remember. At least not for some of it. That's all.
[ It doesn't matter, really, if that is worth something or nothing to Jaskier in this moment. He only means that he is here, he will be here, if or when Jaskier needs him for. All of this. Any of this. Whenever that may be. On his part, that hasn't changed—that quiet promise he has made that he isn't going anywhere. Not when it comes to Jaskier and Ciri. Jaskier can take the remark as he will. It's clear, from Geralt's tone, that he will not expand further on what he's said. ]
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It stings. He also gets it. How it feels when wounds are ripped anew. And he'd never intended to be the source of such a deep wound, but he understands that he was. He'd not wanted to believe, at the time, that he could ever mean that much to someone. After Yennefer walked away, it'd felt—easier, perhaps. To be alone than to wait to be left alone. (He knows he was wrong. He knows he fucked up.) ]
It's not your understanding I came for. [ The statement is blunt, but not unkind. He takes a deep breath. Funny. He's carried a multitude of regrets and loss over the decades, but this is the first time the amount of it has cascaded upon him like an avalanche. If he stops for too long, he thinks he might be swallowed whole. He pushes it aside, to focus on the present. ] I came to tell you you're not alone in what you remember. At least not for some of it. That's all.
[ It doesn't matter, really, if that is worth something or nothing to Jaskier in this moment. He only means that he is here, he will be here, if or when Jaskier needs him for. All of this. Any of this. Whenever that may be. On his part, that hasn't changed—that quiet promise he has made that he isn't going anywhere. Not when it comes to Jaskier and Ciri. Jaskier can take the remark as he will. It's clear, from Geralt's tone, that he will not expand further on what he's said. ]