[It's much less about burying them than, er, hiding the bodies. Which is. Terrible. Oh, dear. Accessory to murder. He'd even -- maybe one of them --
He couldn't think of it. All he could remember was, in that moment, someone was hurting his friend. And it wasn't a fair fight. Which. Funny. He never used to worry terribly about Geralt. Not even here. And yet -- the sound of that sizzling flesh touching silver. It'd triggered something.
Or the bond had.
Jaskier wipes his lip on his sleeve, bleeding where he'd bitten it once the faun hit him.] Right, yes, because there's plenty in this world that can't kill me. Are you really going to do this now? After this fucking long? [He spits blood on the cobblestones, looking around for his dagger. It was a gift. It's important. He just... he won't look at their faces. (The one that Geralt cleaved in half.)] Where's my knife?
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He couldn't think of it. All he could remember was, in that moment, someone was hurting his friend. And it wasn't a fair fight. Which. Funny. He never used to worry terribly about Geralt. Not even here. And yet -- the sound of that sizzling flesh touching silver. It'd triggered something.
Or the bond had.
Jaskier wipes his lip on his sleeve, bleeding where he'd bitten it once the faun hit him.] Right, yes, because there's plenty in this world that can't kill me. Are you really going to do this now? After this fucking long? [He spits blood on the cobblestones, looking around for his dagger. It was a gift. It's important. He just... he won't look at their faces. (The one that Geralt cleaved in half.)] Where's my knife?