[ He's listening, and the more she speaks, the easier it is to notice he only vaguely seems aware of what she means. Their worlds are simply too different. Besides, what society would he have even experienced, in his world or hers? Ones made by those who want nothing to do with his kind except when they find a monster they fear more? He's lived his entire life outside of it all—not by choice, but nor does he desire otherwise. It's been too many decades for him to entertain the thoughts of belonging that might've lurked in his younger days. ]
I wouldn't know. [ He bounces the ball back. ] I've monsters and a horse in mine.
[ In theory. But when it is that simple, it feels like that's all he needs. All he really wants—without princesses, without wishes. Without Destiny. In some ways, if he'd been here alone—if Jaskier and Yennefer hadn't been dragged in alongside him—he might've considered the steady predictable days in these cells a short reprieve from all the shit spiralling out back on the Continent. ]
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I wouldn't know. [ He bounces the ball back. ] I've monsters and a horse in mine.
[ In theory. But when it is that simple, it feels like that's all he needs. All he really wants—without princesses, without wishes. Without Destiny. In some ways, if he'd been here alone—if Jaskier and Yennefer hadn't been dragged in alongside him—he might've considered the steady predictable days in these cells a short reprieve from all the shit spiralling out back on the Continent. ]