[If anything, he would say this place sometimes has worse than the Continent, if he has anything to say about the old gods. Maybe the Singularity is a friend, maybe it isn't. However, Jaskier likes to think Hilda is a friend now, so at least he has one axe on his side.
He rubs his hands over his face. Geralt doesn't seem to have any questions, at least for the moment; perhaps that's enough. Either that, or he's masterfully overwhelmed the Witcher.
And himself.]
Wait.
[Jaskier stands, pulling Geralt in against him -- or at least himself against Geralt, gripping him tightly. There is no need to apologize because nothing was his fault, but he feels an urge to, anyway. That Geralt should have so much more dumped upon him by Destiny.]
Whatever your fears, too. You know I'll bear them. Whatever may come.
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[If anything, he would say this place sometimes has worse than the Continent, if he has anything to say about the old gods. Maybe the Singularity is a friend, maybe it isn't. However, Jaskier likes to think Hilda is a friend now, so at least he has one axe on his side.
He rubs his hands over his face. Geralt doesn't seem to have any questions, at least for the moment; perhaps that's enough. Either that, or he's masterfully overwhelmed the Witcher.
And himself.]
Wait.
[Jaskier stands, pulling Geralt in against him -- or at least himself against Geralt, gripping him tightly. There is no need to apologize because nothing was his fault, but he feels an urge to, anyway. That Geralt should have so much more dumped upon him by Destiny.]
Whatever your fears, too. You know I'll bear them. Whatever may come.