[ A surge of frustration fills him. It isn't directed at Jaskier, not really. It's him. The unsteadiness. That feeling as though everything is hopeless.
He takes a deep breath. ]
You know I'm not the same. I'm a Witcher. [ He's forged through magic. Built in a way where certain magicks can't penetrate. Jaskier is the only choice. He realizes it's a risk. Nothing happened to Julie when she visited it, that he knows of, but she has only approached it while it was stable. Right now, it is not. He's asking a lot of Jaskier, but—
He steps forward. Takes Jaskier's hand in his. He won't let anything more happen to him. He won't. He'll make sure of it.
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He takes a deep breath. ]
You know I'm not the same. I'm a Witcher. [ He's forged through magic. Built in a way where certain magicks can't penetrate. Jaskier is the only choice. He realizes it's a risk. Nothing happened to Julie when she visited it, that he knows of, but she has only approached it while it was stable. Right now, it is not. He's asking a lot of Jaskier, but—
He steps forward. Takes Jaskier's hand in his. He won't let anything more happen to him. He won't. He'll make sure of it.
(What if he fails again?) ]
Please. Jaskier. I need you.