( His only answer initially is a thoughtful but unsurprised hum. He figured that might be the case — it's the same for him about that hate thing. He's had his moments of it, could have descended down that dark road, but managed to course-correct. He doesn't hunt out of hate, he doesn't kill monsters indiscriminately. His father, on the other hand...
Let's just say he wouldn't be too thrilled to learn about Cas or Benny. Or Geralt, for that matter.
Could've been assigned to a life sorting grain in some backwater hamlet.
That one earns a soft snort of a laugh. Funny how similar things are across universes — his consolation thought is could've been shoveling shit in the boonies. Not too far off.
Anyway, Jaskier would be right. They are getting a little sad sap here, so he pushes himself off his stool and claps a hand on Geralt's shoulder. )
Come on. Time to introduce you to Baby. Let's do this.
( The beauty of the Horizon: being able to immediately sober himself up a little before he gets behind the wheel. The second beauty: never losing his keys. They're in his hand by the time he reaches the driver's side door. )
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Let's just say he wouldn't be too thrilled to learn about Cas or Benny. Or Geralt, for that matter.
Could've been assigned to a life sorting grain in some backwater hamlet.
That one earns a soft snort of a laugh. Funny how similar things are across universes — his consolation thought is could've been shoveling shit in the boonies. Not too far off.
Anyway, Jaskier would be right. They are getting a little sad sap here, so he pushes himself off his stool and claps a hand on Geralt's shoulder. )
Come on. Time to introduce you to Baby. Let's do this.
( The beauty of the Horizon: being able to immediately sober himself up a little before he gets behind the wheel. The second beauty: never losing his keys. They're in his hand by the time he reaches the driver's side door. )