[Jaskier stops pacing, putting his hands on his hips to look at him.] Uneasy ally? Like, what, a flatulent drummer? What sort of people do you think I work with?
[He thinks it's utterly fucking bizarre to be a warrior of any kind and work alongside, or for, as this is the case, someone that he feels uneasy about. If he's putting his life on the line, it better be alongside someone he would trust with holding a knife between his legs. Someone he could trust would not even nick his trousers.
This is really going nowhere. And in the end, Estinien is across this continent. He'll do what he believes in, and Jaskier will stay out of it.
Which means he'll have to find something else. Like... a proper fucking warning to Yennfer, maybe, even if she'll just ignore it.]
What I know of councils, and assemblies, ministries and parliaments -- they do not trust outsiders. So no, that doesn't particularly surprise me.
[He crosses his arms over his chest. What he's decided to say, he doesn't really want to. But it'll be true whether he says it or not.] I no longer think I understand you much at all, Estinien. Perhaps there is always meant to be a divide between bards and warriors. Discretion, to me, does not speak to the unleashing of wanton violence on others in similar circumstances.
[He doesn't think Estinien unintelligent, no. But he has met people similar. People like Ser Eyck. Who want to be used. To be used to get what they want. Glory, or power, or a sorceress's imagined virginity.
It's. The way the world works, he supposes. Every character in a play, no matter how minor, always has a desire.]
I didn't come to judge your choices or your character, I've simply... learned things. That surprise me. I'm glad you're all right, at the end of it. Truly. But I'm not sure if I can offer much more.
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[He thinks it's utterly fucking bizarre to be a warrior of any kind and work alongside, or for, as this is the case, someone that he feels uneasy about. If he's putting his life on the line, it better be alongside someone he would trust with holding a knife between his legs. Someone he could trust would not even nick his trousers.
This is really going nowhere. And in the end, Estinien is across this continent. He'll do what he believes in, and Jaskier will stay out of it.
Which means he'll have to find something else. Like... a proper fucking warning to Yennfer, maybe, even if she'll just ignore it.]
What I know of councils, and assemblies, ministries and parliaments -- they do not trust outsiders. So no, that doesn't particularly surprise me.
[He crosses his arms over his chest. What he's decided to say, he doesn't really want to. But it'll be true whether he says it or not.] I no longer think I understand you much at all, Estinien. Perhaps there is always meant to be a divide between bards and warriors. Discretion, to me, does not speak to the unleashing of wanton violence on others in similar circumstances.
[He doesn't think Estinien unintelligent, no. But he has met people similar. People like Ser Eyck. Who want to be used. To be used to get what they want. Glory, or power, or a sorceress's imagined virginity.
It's. The way the world works, he supposes. Every character in a play, no matter how minor, always has a desire.]
I didn't come to judge your choices or your character, I've simply... learned things. That surprise me. I'm glad you're all right, at the end of it. Truly. But I'm not sure if I can offer much more.