[ In all honesty, he regrets having ever asked Jaskier. Regrets a time when he'd been fresh enough, and perhaps a little desperate enough, to believe there was a chance Jaskier could find his way home before an army could catch up to her. It's been over eight weeks now, though. He knows better than to think the outcome could be anything else.
He knows better than to tell Jaskier to stop fucking trying to free him, too. Jaskier needs to feel like he's doing something; if that means pleading Geralt's case to deaf ears, who's he to end that? He does not want to feel resigned. He has people to get back to, even without the girl. Has Jaskier to keep safe. But each day wears on him.
Maybe it says enough Geralt doesn't even offer a token protest. He stands, setting his weight onto his good leg as he gathers up a few of the tomes. A nap. If only that's all he needed. ]
I need a fucking drink. [ Needs to not be awake for the next ten years. He stacks up a couple more books—ones he thinks might be worthwhile. Then he follows Jaskier, falls into step beside him. He switches topics, not wanting to dwell on things that can't be helped. ] You find Sam?
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He knows better than to tell Jaskier to stop fucking trying to free him, too. Jaskier needs to feel like he's doing something; if that means pleading Geralt's case to deaf ears, who's he to end that? He does not want to feel resigned. He has people to get back to, even without the girl. Has Jaskier to keep safe. But each day wears on him.
Maybe it says enough Geralt doesn't even offer a token protest. He stands, setting his weight onto his good leg as he gathers up a few of the tomes. A nap. If only that's all he needed. ]
I need a fucking drink. [ Needs to not be awake for the next ten years. He stacks up a couple more books—ones he thinks might be worthwhile. Then he follows Jaskier, falls into step beside him. He switches topics, not wanting to dwell on things that can't be helped. ] You find Sam?