[That's not fair, Jaskier had said when Geralt had told him that life's great blessing would be to take him off of his hands. Geralt is, apparently, a very unfair man-- in both his accusations and in this half-apology. He can only hope that the bard will forgive him for it, for trespasses both past and present. But Jaskier has always been good at forgiveness, hasn't he? He'd forgiven Geralt for any number of insults and casual cruelties over the past two decades, without the witcher even having to say a word of apology.]
[Jaskier makes himself look small, arms wrapped around himself and eyes on the ground. It's contrary to everything the bard usually is-- the sheer force of his personality always takes up more space than his physical body ever could. No amount of hecklers or angry fathers could diminish him.]
I know.
[He had wounded him without ever even reaching for a sword. And he has learned that he should not have taken Jaskier's presence for granted, that he shouldn't have assumed that he would know that he didn't mean if life could give me one blessing either. It was a hard lesson to learn, one that he took over the months of lonely travel, when there was that aching, restless thing in his chest that usually only reared its head in the last few weeks of winter. He had always thought it just wanderlust, a need to get back out onto the Path.]
You were never the reason for my problems, Jaskier. [Geralt is perfectly capable of being the reason for his own problems, and frequently is. No bard necessary.] It was never a blessing to have you gone.
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[Jaskier makes himself look small, arms wrapped around himself and eyes on the ground. It's contrary to everything the bard usually is-- the sheer force of his personality always takes up more space than his physical body ever could. No amount of hecklers or angry fathers could diminish him.]
I know.
[He had wounded him without ever even reaching for a sword. And he has learned that he should not have taken Jaskier's presence for granted, that he shouldn't have assumed that he would know that he didn't mean if life could give me one blessing either. It was a hard lesson to learn, one that he took over the months of lonely travel, when there was that aching, restless thing in his chest that usually only reared its head in the last few weeks of winter. He had always thought it just wanderlust, a need to get back out onto the Path.]
You were never the reason for my problems, Jaskier. [Geralt is perfectly capable of being the reason for his own problems, and frequently is. No bard necessary.] It was never a blessing to have you gone.