[ A look crosses his face; he steps back, sensing Jaskier's reaching hand. His ears twitch. ] Fuck if I know.
[ Underneath the clear irritation, there's something more. What is he? These involuntary changes gnaw at him. He's been remade before. He'd put that behind him decades ago. (He hasn't.) Now he's waking up with something different, another small piece of himself transformed, and it hits too damn close to home.
He puts his crossbow on his back. There's no point in pursuing a hunt with Jaskier here. There's more he wants to say, too, but...
Isn't that how it's always been? A million things unsaid. ]
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[ Underneath the clear irritation, there's something more. What is he? These involuntary changes gnaw at him. He's been remade before. He'd put that behind him decades ago. (He hasn't.) Now he's waking up with something different, another small piece of himself transformed, and it hits too damn close to home.
He puts his crossbow on his back. There's no point in pursuing a hunt with Jaskier here. There's more he wants to say, too, but...
Isn't that how it's always been? A million things unsaid. ]
Careful of the Shades. They're nearby.