[ He recalls that. Jaskier had not exactly told him, but he'd be blind not to notice: wilting plants, rotting food, Jaskier fretting. He had not questioned it at the time, had rather thought Jaskier might approach Yennefer for help, and he'd been right. At the time, it'd made him almost fond, the idea of it. That the two of them might get along a bit more. He's always known Yennefer had a soft spot for Jaskier, despite outward appearances. (It is not so different than himself, in truth.)
Now Jaskier says, I sort of understand Yennefer, and his expression only flickers. It is not understanding he is lacking. Or at least, that isn't how it feels. It is too much of it. Sometimes he wishes there is something he were missing. Something that may make it easier to swallow. Change things. There isn't.
They aren't here for this, though. He's done his best to put it behind him. Nothing has ever been gained from looking back. ]
Mm. Where the flow of Chaos is concerned. But not what we choose to do. [ Some things can't be changed or controlled. He learned that a long time ago. But they've still choices to make. ]
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Now Jaskier says, I sort of understand Yennefer, and his expression only flickers. It is not understanding he is lacking. Or at least, that isn't how it feels. It is too much of it. Sometimes he wishes there is something he were missing. Something that may make it easier to swallow. Change things. There isn't.
They aren't here for this, though. He's done his best to put it behind him. Nothing has ever been gained from looking back. ]
Mm. Where the flow of Chaos is concerned. But not what we choose to do. [ Some things can't be changed or controlled. He learned that a long time ago. But they've still choices to make. ]