[ Jaskier's hesitation shouldn't sting. Somehow, it does. The idea that even his closest friend is afraid of him. There's reason. Of course there is, and normally he would not think twice, would understand it fully, but right now—
Jaskier climbs on. His arms wrap securely around the Witcher's waist. Geralt revs the engine, then takes off. Fast, though not as fast as the machine can travel. He isn't trying to scare the shit out of Jaskier nor make him pass out again. The Horizon blurs by, domains crumbling and in ruins alike rushing past. They reach the crater before long.
There it stands. The fucking rock that's been the bane of their existence.
He slows to a stop, then kills the engine. Swings off before he wanders into the crater. He's not ever been to the Singularity in the physical world. That one chance they'd had during the Dimming, he'd been far too wounded to go. Far too unwilling to involve himself in that squabble, as well.
He glances over his shoulder at Jaskier. Here we are. All that's left is to touch it. ]
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Jaskier climbs on. His arms wrap securely around the Witcher's waist. Geralt revs the engine, then takes off. Fast, though not as fast as the machine can travel. He isn't trying to scare the shit out of Jaskier nor make him pass out again. The Horizon blurs by, domains crumbling and in ruins alike rushing past. They reach the crater before long.
There it stands. The fucking rock that's been the bane of their existence.
He slows to a stop, then kills the engine. Swings off before he wanders into the crater. He's not ever been to the Singularity in the physical world. That one chance they'd had during the Dimming, he'd been far too wounded to go. Far too unwilling to involve himself in that squabble, as well.
He glances over his shoulder at Jaskier. Here we are. All that's left is to touch it. ]