[Jaskier winces, and he attempts to smile, knowing dark humor for what it is. It is, after all, something he frequently indulges in himself.
He is so very glad Rhy is not dead.]
Not so much with words. [He looks towards Mog, who has folded his wings in close to his body and fell asleep in the dust bath, two paws hanging limply out of it. Funny that he sees them now, when that's what the Singularity had felt like to him. A cat paw, pushing gently against his mind, rolling a biscuit into his thoughts. Prodding him curiously.]
I visited it in the Horizon, and it... hummed. Like a soft song. Geralt was with me, and he said the Singularity has made no reaction to him. But I heard it, and I felt it, reaching out to me, like a curious animal. I touched it, and it responded. I know it sounds mad, but I think... it likes me?
[He sounds more worried about that prospect than anything, in a way that has nothing to do with being humble.]
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He is so very glad Rhy is not dead.]
Not so much with words. [He looks towards Mog, who has folded his wings in close to his body and fell asleep in the dust bath, two paws hanging limply out of it. Funny that he sees them now, when that's what the Singularity had felt like to him. A cat paw, pushing gently against his mind, rolling a biscuit into his thoughts. Prodding him curiously.]
I visited it in the Horizon, and it... hummed. Like a soft song. Geralt was with me, and he said the Singularity has made no reaction to him. But I heard it, and I felt it, reaching out to me, like a curious animal. I touched it, and it responded. I know it sounds mad, but I think... it likes me?
[He sounds more worried about that prospect than anything, in a way that has nothing to do with being humble.]