[For a moment, addled by wine, Jaskier thinks Jayce is telling him he worked it all out using technology. Which -- not that Jayce is not exactly a forthright sort of man, but he does tend to overshare. A lot. And this comes from someone who never fucking stops talking.

But he has now. Now, Jaskier listens, and he drinks, and he finds this strange tug and pull inside of his chest, where he wants to hear more, where he wants to give advice, where he can take a little pleasure in hearing he's not the only miserable bastard around here, sinking into something he can hardly fight against.]

I'm not saying death is easy. Only... it happens. A fucking lot, sometimes, in the wrong sorts of worlds. [Jaskier tips his head. Alucard's world is exactly like his own, as they have discussed. Wars and murder and monsters. Humans and monsters fighting for the biggest bastard title.

Jaskier pats him on the shoulder.]

It doesn't matter if I did. I'm here now, and I've decided to stay.