[He can't quite quantify if putting distance between himself and the Singularity is leaving him to feeling better or not. It's as if his ignorance in whether the Singularity is how it has been presented to him is true or not was preserving some real sense of... awe. Not the adoring sort of awe, but how it mixes with fear for the unknown.

Jaskier watches the monolith even as Geralt speaks, half-distracted. Was it reaching out for him, specifically? Or is it any Summoned who comes here? But when he finally turns to Geralt, he knows it is not any Summoned. It has no reaction to Geralt, as he'd said.]

I don't believe it takes requests. At least, not yet. [Though he's far from knowledgeable on whether the Singularity would understand even if he made one. Jaskier frowns, touches his arm, before Geralt can round back onto his steel horse.] You're going off on your own now? I suppose I could go to other domains. Ones I've been to before. Perhaps we will find some hint of her.