[ He's watching the stars, too, though for him, the constellations have grown familiar once more. One of the first things he learned in this sphere. Difficult to find his way otherwise.
His gaze shifts to Jaskier. Hm. ] It's what I know.
[ That's the honest truth. He went back to hunting because that's all he has. That's the life he'll always have. Killing monsters. ] But things did change. After you and Yennefer— [ He trails off for a second. ] I would not have returned for Ciri in Cintra if not for what transpired.
[ He'd have carried on as he was. Travelling. Telling himself he was content with a close companion and a—what Yennefer had been. That he didn't need more. Then he'd returned from the mountain alone, rode in solitude afterwards for a year, and it was then he felt it more acutely than ever. Something missing. Something he'd left behind.
He tosses a bone into the fire. ] I never belonged on the Continent, Jaskier. This world, it's where you and Ciri are. [ Yennefer, too. Despite it all. ] I need nothing more.
[ Jaskier has asked him before, Is this what pleases you?, and the answer is, his life has only ever been measured in hard-won bonds, in the path he walks. He's left some of those bonds behind. But he's forged new ones here, as well. Is that what enjoyment is? He doesn't know. He's never thought of his life in those terms. Enjoyment. Much of it has simply been about holding onto what he has. And if he can wake the next morning and know that those most important to him are safe, then that's enough. Beyond that—what is he meant to seek? What else is there for him? ]
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His gaze shifts to Jaskier. Hm. ] It's what I know.
[ That's the honest truth. He went back to hunting because that's all he has. That's the life he'll always have. Killing monsters. ] But things did change. After you and Yennefer— [ He trails off for a second. ] I would not have returned for Ciri in Cintra if not for what transpired.
[ He'd have carried on as he was. Travelling. Telling himself he was content with a close companion and a—what Yennefer had been. That he didn't need more. Then he'd returned from the mountain alone, rode in solitude afterwards for a year, and it was then he felt it more acutely than ever. Something missing. Something he'd left behind.
He tosses a bone into the fire. ] I never belonged on the Continent, Jaskier. This world, it's where you and Ciri are. [ Yennefer, too. Despite it all. ] I need nothing more.
[ Jaskier has asked him before, Is this what pleases you?, and the answer is, his life has only ever been measured in hard-won bonds, in the path he walks. He's left some of those bonds behind. But he's forged new ones here, as well. Is that what enjoyment is? He doesn't know. He's never thought of his life in those terms. Enjoyment. Much of it has simply been about holding onto what he has. And if he can wake the next morning and know that those most important to him are safe, then that's enough. Beyond that—what is he meant to seek? What else is there for him? ]