[ Jaskier's outburst startles him not only for what it is, but for why. Because he had not, in all truth, realized he failed to tell Jaskier what he knew. He can't explain it. It feels absurd to say it slipped his mind though that's the reality. That he hasn't been thinking straight for days now.
Though perhaps part of it is that he does not feel the same way about the Singularity as Jaskier does. He never realized, actually, that Jaskier was so fearful of it. To Geralt, the Singularity is merely a concentrated store of Chaos. Living, in the sense that all Chaos is living, but not sentient.
For a long moment, he stares. Then he looks away. It shouldn't sting, but it does. He's not only been afraid for Julie. He's been afraid for everyone. Jaskier. Ciri. How much death dogs his steps for so many years, chasing him and catching those around him. ]
Not talk to it. She said it stirred. Just the once. [ He is not, of course, aware Julie continues to visit the Singularity. As far as he knows, she experienced it only that time.
But that isn't the point. He falls quiet. Not angry, just quiet. (He's hurt, is what it is. It isn't about what Jaskier said. It's the reason behind his words.) His fingers run over the stone. He doesn't look back at Jaskier. The words tumble out despite himself, dragged forth unbidden. They scrape against his tongue like broken glass. ]
I don't know what to do. I turned around and she was gone. What if you're next? What of Ciri? What the fuck should I do then? I didn't decide to stay in this world to die alone. I could've done that on the Continent.
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Though perhaps part of it is that he does not feel the same way about the Singularity as Jaskier does. He never realized, actually, that Jaskier was so fearful of it. To Geralt, the Singularity is merely a concentrated store of Chaos. Living, in the sense that all Chaos is living, but not sentient.
For a long moment, he stares. Then he looks away. It shouldn't sting, but it does. He's not only been afraid for Julie. He's been afraid for everyone. Jaskier. Ciri. How much death dogs his steps for so many years, chasing him and catching those around him. ]
Not talk to it. She said it stirred. Just the once. [ He is not, of course, aware Julie continues to visit the Singularity. As far as he knows, she experienced it only that time.
But that isn't the point. He falls quiet. Not angry, just quiet. (He's hurt, is what it is. It isn't about what Jaskier said. It's the reason behind his words.) His fingers run over the stone. He doesn't look back at Jaskier. The words tumble out despite himself, dragged forth unbidden. They scrape against his tongue like broken glass. ]
I don't know what to do. I turned around and she was gone. What if you're next? What of Ciri? What the fuck should I do then? I didn't decide to stay in this world to die alone. I could've done that on the Continent.