[ Compounded other matters is a delicate way of saying it fucked everything else up along the way. He gets what Alucard is implying. A small part of him considers saying what it is that's bothering him, but the truth is he wouldn't know where to start even if he were inclined to share.
So he doesn't. He's silent until Alucard finally asks a direct question. ]
I don't know. [ He traces a line in the snow with a single claw. Any approval might be short-lived; Geralt pretty quickly picks up the bottle again. He's probably admitting too much; the whisky makes his tongue looser. ] It'd be simpler. More of the same. I'd know what the fuck to do.
[ He'd have been wounded; Jaskier would fuss and Yennefer would force him to submit to bed rest. He'd deal with the effects of what happened, quietly, in his own way, and if he didn't sleep for some time after, that was nothing new, either. All things he'd managed before.
Yeah. It would've made things a hell of a lot simpler between the three of them. ]
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So he doesn't. He's silent until Alucard finally asks a direct question. ]
I don't know. [ He traces a line in the snow with a single claw. Any approval might be short-lived; Geralt pretty quickly picks up the bottle again. He's probably admitting too much; the whisky makes his tongue looser. ] It'd be simpler. More of the same. I'd know what the fuck to do.
[ He'd have been wounded; Jaskier would fuss and Yennefer would force him to submit to bed rest. He'd deal with the effects of what happened, quietly, in his own way, and if he didn't sleep for some time after, that was nothing new, either. All things he'd managed before.
Yeah. It would've made things a hell of a lot simpler between the three of them. ]