[The more he accepts the opportunity, the less he feels there is to be burdened by leaving behind. There will always be pieces of the Continent he wishes for, but the more he thinks of them, the more he must realize they are places that no longer exist there, either. Bleobheris, Posada, even the Dragon Mountains.

Once Nilfgaard moves far enough, none of them will remain.

Jaskier's song pauses.]

Would it really kill you to have a single positive thought? [It's half teasing, and yet half of it isn't. They have been through a lot. Together, apart. In the last few years, especially. But even yet, he cannot imagine Geralt continuing on like this forever. Bereft of true, easy happiness, satisfied with surviving another day, of keeping his family safe.

Is that all there is to be? Do Witchers ever retire? His answer was disappointing. But the truth was, Geralt could retire here. If he wanted. There were no expectations of a Witcher. The world was not flooded with monsters. The monoliths did not pour them out like blood.] Besides, Mog will protect us from any lizards. It's the one thing he's good at hunting.

[Even if he's dead asleep now. Still.]

If this world can give you anything, I truly hope it's an opportunity to do something for yourself, for once. I should think you'll go mad if all you do is for others.