[ The reality is, Geralt hasn't got anywhere else to go. And he could do this alone. Of course. It is not that he can't. But he could have searched for Yennefer alone, too. Could have chased after Ciri alone.
He had not wanted to. He does not want to now.
You know I won't say no. He does. Something about that statement makes his chest ache. He squeezes Jaskier's hand, then lets him go. ]
We can turn back. If it doesn't feel right. [ He licks his lips, uncertain in a way he rarely is. Every time he looks at Jaskier, he sees him doubling over. Dying. Is that what it is? The thing which haunts him? Not his own death, but of those who matter to him? ] Just come with me at least.
[ He lifts his bike, fallen on its side in the dead brown grass. Another time, he'd have introduced this machine to Jaskier with a little more cheek, a little more eagerness to show his friend something new. At the moment, it is merely the quickest mode of transport. ]
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He had not wanted to. He does not want to now.
You know I won't say no. He does. Something about that statement makes his chest ache. He squeezes Jaskier's hand, then lets him go. ]
We can turn back. If it doesn't feel right. [ He licks his lips, uncertain in a way he rarely is. Every time he looks at Jaskier, he sees him doubling over. Dying. Is that what it is? The thing which haunts him? Not his own death, but of those who matter to him? ] Just come with me at least.
[ He lifts his bike, fallen on its side in the dead brown grass. Another time, he'd have introduced this machine to Jaskier with a little more cheek, a little more eagerness to show his friend something new. At the moment, it is merely the quickest mode of transport. ]