[If anything, the mention of his music sours Jaskier a little more. Yes, he has it. But music is more than simply having the talent. Does it mean anything anymore, if he goes back to it? Music, in the grand scheme of demons and wars and the dead, suddenly feels very, very small.
His heart hurts as he looks away, remembering his lute. It was so different, thinking it had only been left on the Continent. Without his hands, she was still a beautiful, perfect creature. Now she's gone. Left behind in Oxenfurt, splinters that have been picked at by chickens and children alike.
He will never hold her again. Even if he returns, somehow. And quite suddenly, he's not sure how soon that may happen again.]
It's a bit hard to explain. [His voice goes soft, watching a pretty barmaid walk by with a balanced tray of steaming stew bowls. Oh, you know, I only started my own elf-smuggling operation, and, really, it was going quite swimmingly. Nothing gives a man more meaning in his life than shoving a few bodies onto ships and hoping for the best.]
I seem different, don't I? From, say, a week ago. I don't think you've ever approached me so delicately.
[He is not sarcastic, either. In fact, he's sort of very thankful for it.]
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His heart hurts as he looks away, remembering his lute. It was so different, thinking it had only been left on the Continent. Without his hands, she was still a beautiful, perfect creature. Now she's gone. Left behind in Oxenfurt, splinters that have been picked at by chickens and children alike.
He will never hold her again. Even if he returns, somehow. And quite suddenly, he's not sure how soon that may happen again.]
It's a bit hard to explain. [His voice goes soft, watching a pretty barmaid walk by with a balanced tray of steaming stew bowls. Oh, you know, I only started my own elf-smuggling operation, and, really, it was going quite swimmingly. Nothing gives a man more meaning in his life than shoving a few bodies onto ships and hoping for the best.]
I seem different, don't I? From, say, a week ago. I don't think you've ever approached me so delicately.
[He is not sarcastic, either. In fact, he's sort of very thankful for it.]