As frustrated as he is by everything, Estinien can't find it within himself to argue that everyone must be a warrior. After all, what do those drawn to the battlefield fight for besides for the sake of others not having to? Of future generations? Jaskier didn't choose to be brought here.
Of course, none of them did, but he can't help but cast a more critical eye on those that clearly have the experience and power to act, but that choose not to. Were this a week ago, he may have begun angrily thinking about Geralt in regards to that sentiment, and his cowardly indifference to choosing a side... but now his heart twinges with understanding, as uncomfortable as it is to have it complicating his view. That's the price of rising to the occasion though, isn't it?
Allowing himself to understand things that make his life more difficult, if it's for the sake of doing the right thing. Sigh. How bothersome.
At any rate, he can take some comfort in Jaskier's assurances - to at least know that the man believes in him and his sensibilities to some degree, even if he doesn't see himself as powerful enough to take the lead. Jaskier has his own skills that Estinien can't even imagine possessing, so maybe they are both unknowingly gazing at each other's positions from across the gap. He contemplates this silently for a moment, staring at the ground before him, before finally humming his tentative agreement.
"Words have their own meaning," he admits, lifting his gaze to face him again. "And are something I am far less adept at." He pauses for a few moments more, seemingly struggling with just that limitation. "...The dragons of my world exclusively record their history through song, as a matter of fact."
That's something he figures Jaskier might find interesting.
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Of course, none of them did, but he can't help but cast a more critical eye on those that clearly have the experience and power to act, but that choose not to. Were this a week ago, he may have begun angrily thinking about Geralt in regards to that sentiment, and his cowardly indifference to choosing a side... but now his heart twinges with understanding, as uncomfortable as it is to have it complicating his view. That's the price of rising to the occasion though, isn't it?
Allowing himself to understand things that make his life more difficult, if it's for the sake of doing the right thing. Sigh. How bothersome.
At any rate, he can take some comfort in Jaskier's assurances - to at least know that the man believes in him and his sensibilities to some degree, even if he doesn't see himself as powerful enough to take the lead. Jaskier has his own skills that Estinien can't even imagine possessing, so maybe they are both unknowingly gazing at each other's positions from across the gap. He contemplates this silently for a moment, staring at the ground before him, before finally humming his tentative agreement.
"Words have their own meaning," he admits, lifting his gaze to face him again. "And are something I am far less adept at." He pauses for a few moments more, seemingly struggling with just that limitation. "...The dragons of my world exclusively record their history through song, as a matter of fact."
That's something he figures Jaskier might find interesting.