[It's between one achingly slow message and the next that Jaskier has abandoned his songbook, put on clothes and gone out into Cadens. A lucky treat, then, that the completion of the park has him returning to home more -- and as he checked before, Rinwell's things are still in her nook, but...
But that does not mean much.
Roach is gone, but he knew that she would be. And as he scrambles through the city, sending out messages, receiving them back and knowing it is not the Singularity that must be doing this...
Not Thorne.
Jaskier trusts Geralt knows.
It's only after he's received the message but not sure how to respond, after Ciri has found the girl returning, does Jaskier answer.
If this cannot last long, he wants Geralt to know one thing.]
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stay in ̶̰͛ţ̶͝h̴̠̔e̸̯̓ ̸̐ͅc̶͖̅i̴̖͂t̵̛͇y̷̹̔.̷̧̛
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̶̣͗Ṭ̷̈h̸͚͒ě̶̢y̷͊ͅ ̷͈̕wanted ̸̛̱ the girl ,̵͔̅ ̴͕̄I—̶̡̀
C̸̨̡͍͔̬͈͙̗̫̠̮̬̞̎͒̉͋͋̎͐̑̎̆͑͑͘ơ̶̺̼̺̫̠͎̖̺͕̙̹̩̞̎͗̔͐̑̍̓̊͐̆͝u̸̢̨̝͎͉̰̳̣̪͎̥͚͗̒̾̌̄̀͗̍̕ļ̵͎͍̩͍͍̓̀̕d̴̳͕̗̜̝̼̭̥̺̼̤̰̳̫̱̅͆͑͠ͅn̴̻͚͑̇̌̂̂̌́̂̀̎͑̂͐̿̌͘'̴̨̛̱̣̻͉̝͇̝̞͈̜̹̪͔̳̋̔͠t̶̢̧̥̬͕̹̪̪͇̯̞͚̻͐̒͑̌̈́̈́̉ ̴̢̛͔͕̣̩̤͈̫̯̜͎̒͋̓̀̆̉̿̇̎͘͠l̸̨̨̧̧̜̺͍̼͓̼̻̩̲̞̤̠̾̂͗͐͂̀̀͐̚ḙ̷̲͖͎͓̭͖̀̓̎͊̏̾̄̆̀ͅţ̷̟͉̭̙̗̜̰̹̼͕͚͍̙̊̆̾͌́͌͆̂̐͘͜͝͝ ̴̧̣̥̩̱͌̿̅͗͂̏̈́̕̚̕͜͝t̷̡͓͓̙̹̣̪̍̀͛̎̌̈́̆̈̑̿̊̐̂̕̕h̸̨̡̧͇̣̞̣͇͇̝͎̣̺̤̔̈̉̅͌̏͠͝ͅe̴̢̯̗̯̻̣͈͠m̵̛̳̱̪̠̦͙͑̈̓̈̎̑͐͛̓̕̚ͅ ̶̜̣̯͔̯͆̓̾͌̃̽͘t̸̨̡͈̰͍̠̦̫͚͚̣͕͚̾̈͗̏̈́̓̒̽̈̀̎̕̚͝͝͠ã̴̗̤̹̩̬̥̞͖̹͍͚̳̠̭̀́̓͑̒͗̒͋̈͂̓̑̓͝͠ͅk̵̛͉͙͉̈́́̅̌̓̀̈́̎͐̀̇̄̓̕è̶̡̨̗̯͕̯̻̱̼͚̠̥̈́̍̄͑̅̚ͅͅ ̶̩̩̥͎̩̓͜ͅh̴̛̤͙̼͖͈̝̝̟͉̖̝̼̑̂̆̑̓̿͛̆͂̄̒͐͆͘͝e̷͙͌̊̀͐͑̎̇͆͌̍̉͂͗͝͝͝r̴̛̋̂͌̈́̄̍̎͜
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̸͈͋K̷͖̀e̸̛͇e̵͍̅p̷̥̽ ̵̑͜her safe.̸̪̒
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But that does not mean much.
Roach is gone, but he knew that she would be. And as he scrambles through the city, sending out messages, receiving them back and knowing it is not the Singularity that must be doing this...
Not Thorne.
Jaskier trusts Geralt knows.
It's only after he's received the message but not sure how to respond, after Ciri has found the girl returning, does Jaskier answer.
If this cannot last long, he wants Geralt to know one thing.]
We found her. She's safe.
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I'm unha̶̡̠̙̓̈́͋r̵̰̱͎̓̋̾͑̕m̴̛̞̹̍̌̒͑͐̀̇͐̀͌̌̎͗̌ē̵̡͖̱̞̯̔̇̓́̎̂̇͊̄̚ḑ̷̮̠̬̱̭̳̫̟͙͒̈̈́̊̄̀̉͛̚.̷͈͑ ̸͎̀
̴̜̋T̴̩̅e̶͍͛l̶͉͋ľ̸͖ ̸̗͠C̶͙̓ĩ̵͇ř̶͖i̸̝͋—̴̗̕
̷̼̏
̸̯͆I̸̩̚'̵̫͝l̶̰̐l̶͚͆ ̴̙̇b̸̛̳͎̭͍̱͈̺͓͑̔͑̄̎͐́̕͝e home.̸̫́
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̷̱͊T̷͇̋h̸̘̋ĩ̵̤s̸̹̈ ̶̬̉i̸̋ͅṣ̴̃ ̸̢́m̵̧̋ù̸̖c̵͔̕h̶̠͒ ̷̱̋more.̶̡̌
̶̥͘I̷̧̒ ̶̲̈́s̴̝̀u̶̢̕s̶̗͘p̶̰̓e̸̠̚c̶̡̋t̶̝̆.̸̪͒.̴͇̋.̷̤̏
̵̜̃ä̵̼ḧ̷̤́,̴̞͌ ̸̭̂
fuck—
[ And he's gone. Sorry, Jaskier. ]
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We'll find you.