It doesn't make it easier. [Gods, he feels like he's become a therapist. And normally he would not mind -- he would thrive off the chance to help -- but right now, this truly feels like a burden.

Adelwyrd wraps itself up in Jaskier's mind, and the more time goes on, the more he falls into it.] It only hardens the heart. The mind. The human proclivity to turn colder, as the horrors grow wilder, only so one does not go mad.

[Even in Geralt, he can see how it hardens him. Perhaps not every kill, but plenty of them.

And he is not human anymore. So Geralt so readily insists.] It is a choice no matter what happens. It may be taken from us, but you know -- I believe those of us who made it will fight like hell to stay.