No! Are you crazy?! [Gon's voice cracks indignantly, and he angrily gives his eyes another rub, and grabs his watch to stare angrily at its screen.]
We should both go! I'm not as strong as I used to be, so I could die if I go alone—but there's no way I'm not going! So I either die, or I don't!
[Gon's too used to this. he resents it, but doesn't misunderstand it. he understands why adults speak to him this way, even with all the might he had in the peak of his gifts. even when he could break the bones of grown men with no supernatural assistance. Gon's breath is scattered with every inhale, very clearly on the verge of hyperventilating—but his expression is now contorted with anger and frustration, rather than sadness or regret.]
I need to know where he is. I need to know where that party's gonna be!
[ Ah, fuck. He doesn't have time for this. It's not that he didn't consider who else might have been snatched—but Jaskier's been so much at the forefront of his mind, he hasn't had the chance to think about anyone else until now.
He does know there's no way he'll be able to keep his attention on this kid while trying to free Jaskier and Killua both. Especially not one insisting he'll be killed on his own. The self-awareness is useful, but the bullish attitude despite it is not. ]
You'll die if you come with me. I can't keep you safe and get everyone out at the same time. Go the fuck home.
I'm not doing that, [Gon insists stubbornly, sounding indignant and resentful. but he doesn't think he can reason with Geralt, either—his point of view is understandable, of course, and Gon's only ever had one way to subvert people's expectations with this sort of thing.]
There's no way.
[the anger is weirdly sobering, though—and not wholly directed at Geralt (though he is pissed for the inconvenience, since he's going to have to find some other way to find out where the party is), of course. the skin beneath his eyelids still shine from recently shed tears, but he seems to have shifted gears from his initial teary upset, as he sometimes does.]
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Re: video;
No! Are you crazy?! [Gon's voice cracks indignantly, and he angrily gives his eyes another rub, and grabs his watch to stare angrily at its screen.]
We should both go! I'm not as strong as I used to be, so I could die if I go alone—but there's no way I'm not going! So I either die, or I don't!
[Gon's too used to this. he resents it, but doesn't misunderstand it. he understands why adults speak to him this way, even with all the might he had in the peak of his gifts. even when he could break the bones of grown men with no supernatural assistance. Gon's breath is scattered with every inhale, very clearly on the verge of hyperventilating—but his expression is now contorted with anger and frustration, rather than sadness or regret.]
I need to know where he is. I need to know where that party's gonna be!
video;
He does know there's no way he'll be able to keep his attention on this kid while trying to free Jaskier and Killua both. Especially not one insisting he'll be killed on his own. The self-awareness is useful, but the bullish attitude despite it is not. ]
You'll die if you come with me. I can't keep you safe and get everyone out at the same time. Go the fuck home.
video;
There's no way.
[the anger is weirdly sobering, though—and not wholly directed at Geralt (though he is pissed for the inconvenience, since he's going to have to find some other way to find out where the party is), of course. the skin beneath his eyelids still shine from recently shed tears, but he seems to have shifted gears from his initial teary upset, as he sometimes does.]
I'll see you there.
[and Gon cuts off the video.]