[ Jaskier's answer comes roundabout. Geralt waits it out with more patience than usual. He knows it's because this is not a light topic of conversation. That Jaskier has his own...relationship with Yennefer. One that is not near as—
Complicated. As Geralt's. ]
I have. [ It's an easy presumption, that he's avoided her since the summit. He hasn't. He looks down at the cup of wine. Studies the dark liquid inside. ] I told her—
[ What. What did he tell her, precisely? That he is tired of searching for what isn't there? That he no longer trusts her? That he does not forgive her? All of those things. He just...some part of him feels as though he is letting Ciri down. That perhaps he should try harder, not for Yennefer, but for her. But he knows, too, that there is...what Ciri sees in Yennefer, Geralt does not. He simply does not. He's wanted to. He misses her. He misses what they were—what has been lost between them. But there's no sense in living for what could have been. ]
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Complicated. As Geralt's. ]
I have. [ It's an easy presumption, that he's avoided her since the summit. He hasn't. He looks down at the cup of wine. Studies the dark liquid inside. ] I told her—
[ What. What did he tell her, precisely? That he is tired of searching for what isn't there? That he no longer trusts her? That he does not forgive her? All of those things. He just...some part of him feels as though he is letting Ciri down. That perhaps he should try harder, not for Yennefer, but for her. But he knows, too, that there is...what Ciri sees in Yennefer, Geralt does not. He simply does not. He's wanted to. He misses her. He misses what they were—what has been lost between them. But there's no sense in living for what could have been. ]
—I told her the truth.