[Were it some other topic, he may have laughed at how frank the answer is.]

You're rather upfront about that. More than I would have expected from... [From not a fighter, perhaps. Or from someone who is not from his world, who does not face the daily treacheries and monstrosities that do end up creating so many corpses.

Jaskier licks wine from his lips, then takes another sip. He is suddenly reminded of precious Alucard, with his beautiful hair and feather-soft eyes, turning cold as he recounts the murder of his parents. Waiting, Jaskier thought, for some sort of judgement.]

If it haunts you, then I hardly think you are so evil for it. [What else can a man do but move forward?] It's when a death means nothing that a man is truly lost.