[Jaskier blinks, surprised by the touch. Not for how soft it is, but that it comes at all. Since Hector, he realizes, this is the first time he's brought up the state of his sphere. How much it truly weighs on him, even with distance and time between. Whether these are memories that have happened, memories Ciri crafted, or memories of what will come to be...
It doesn't make them any lighter. Any easier to bear.]
My apologies. This was never meant to be a morose night! And as much as I do enjoy making things about me, er, not quite in this case.
[And yet morose it stays. Perhaps allowing it to be that way is what they need right now. An opportunity to be. He would like to carry everyone else's burdens with no damage to himself, but it isn't realistic. Not when he has his own.
So he listens, his fingertips gliding thoughtlessly up and down Rhy's arm.] It's different when you have no choice in the matter. Especially in the way we were brought here. The least we deserve is dignitaries! [His lips quirk.] No matter how much I would like to believe in Destiny sometimes, none of this feels like how it was meant to be.
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It doesn't make them any lighter. Any easier to bear.]
My apologies. This was never meant to be a morose night! And as much as I do enjoy making things about me, er, not quite in this case.
[And yet morose it stays. Perhaps allowing it to be that way is what they need right now. An opportunity to be. He would like to carry everyone else's burdens with no damage to himself, but it isn't realistic. Not when he has his own.
So he listens, his fingertips gliding thoughtlessly up and down Rhy's arm.] It's different when you have no choice in the matter. Especially in the way we were brought here. The least we deserve is dignitaries! [His lips quirk.] No matter how much I would like to believe in Destiny sometimes, none of this feels like how it was meant to be.