[This is one of those conversations he feels is necessary, yet excessively difficult. Jaskier swallows; he fiddles with the lace of his sleeves, with his fingers, rubbing over the scars on the tips. Jaskier's brows draw together, a lick of his dry lips following. Vesemir tried to turn... to turn Ciri into a Witcher? Knowing what might happen? To a girl?
How could a man ever do that to children? is the first thought: affronted, confused, even angry. To orphans? To Ciri? To -- well, he won't call her a sweet girl, at least not back then, but she was still only a girl. But the thought that follows is borne of Jaskier's life of watching others, of peeling back their masks, of defining motivations. When Jaskier arrived at Kaer Morhen, there was already a dull veil over the place as if he death had touched them. And there were so few Witchers as it is...
Vesemir did not strike him as a man who did anything lightly. Possibly he was the reason Geralt himself was such a hardass.
Jaskier does not respond. He sits there in the quiet, his drink set aside, fiddling with his fingers and watching Geralt's face. He sees Vesemir in it, to be sure. Certain mannerisms he has long known Geralt to do placed onto the older man. Perhaps ones Geralt himself does not realize he does.
To use Ciri, Geralt's daughter, his Child Surprise, in an attempt to create more Witchers... against her will? Or had Ciri somehow agreed?
There were so many things that happened in that keep that Jaskier does not know, and will likely never know.]
I hadn't realized. [Jaskier stills. He wars between did the mages find a reason? and that certainly sounds like mages, bitter enough to spread their curse to others.] I'm sorry. I don't want to dredge this all up for you, I only -- I thought you might want the history.
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How could a man ever do that to children? is the first thought: affronted, confused, even angry. To orphans? To Ciri? To -- well, he won't call her a sweet girl, at least not back then, but she was still only a girl. But the thought that follows is borne of Jaskier's life of watching others, of peeling back their masks, of defining motivations. When Jaskier arrived at Kaer Morhen, there was already a dull veil over the place as if he death had touched them. And there were so few Witchers as it is...
Vesemir did not strike him as a man who did anything lightly. Possibly he was the reason Geralt himself was such a hardass.
Jaskier does not respond. He sits there in the quiet, his drink set aside, fiddling with his fingers and watching Geralt's face. He sees Vesemir in it, to be sure. Certain mannerisms he has long known Geralt to do placed onto the older man. Perhaps ones Geralt himself does not realize he does.
To use Ciri, Geralt's daughter, his Child Surprise, in an attempt to create more Witchers... against her will? Or had Ciri somehow agreed?
There were so many things that happened in that keep that Jaskier does not know, and will likely never know.]
I hadn't realized. [Jaskier stills. He wars between did the mages find a reason? and that certainly sounds like mages, bitter enough to spread their curse to others.] I'm sorry. I don't want to dredge this all up for you, I only -- I thought you might want the history.