I didn't. [So he heard it. At first, Jaskier was about to convince himself he'd only said it in his head. And though he has thought many things about Alucard -- most of all, that he could really do with loosening the fuck up -- Jaskier has not thought that. About his parents. Who is he to dictate how one feels about those they came from? From those they lost?

He never has. Has he?

Jaskier's fingers draw over his mouth, and he steps back, shaking his head.] I mean, I did, but I didn't. But I have the fucking good graces not to say every bloody thought that comes into my head, even if everyone believes otherwise.

[It's more like he's speaking to himself at this point, staring at the plants he did not intend to grow at his feet.] Something is gravely wrong.

[Maybe it's only a funny pun to ease the tension in the air. But it is not. The words fall off of Jaskier's tongue, but his mind halts behind them, unable to put to words what he is thinking. If he is thinking at all.]