[That assessment makes Jaskier laugh with his mouth closed, a sound in the back of his throat that certainly cements that belief.] No. You can't really trust anyone. When you said that, I thought of a certain knight. How I met him and a day later he was laying in the dirt with his throat slit open after he'd tried to take a shit.
[He shrugs. Look, Sam. You sort of hit the nail on the head.
It may say a lot that, even if that was the truth, Jaskier's good humor didn't exactly fail. It was a monstrosity, but men did that sort of thing. Even to knights. And what was a knight, really, beyond a man trying to survive in the world?
There were rare people, like Geralt, who did help others. But he still did it for coin. He needed coin to survive.
Jaskier smiled, recrossing his legs.] I see. You're not quite as humble as I first thought. [Which there was nothing wrong with that. Jaskier was the last man to describe himself as humble. Why bother?
He understands, though, the idea of how it may be bothersome. That. Being human. To someone who, apparently, was trying to... do good. Save the world. He wonders if saving the world came with a hefty amount of coin? Assurances beyond that good will be done? He tips his head, translating the idea to something he would personally understand. Ah. Jaskier nods.] One must suffer reminding blue bloods exactly what it means to be a peasant. [He laughs now, soft.] I suppose that's why it's so hard to believe in that idea of saving the world. There are so many who benefit perfectly the way it is. Being a hero, even for the lowborn, is quite the thankless job, isn't it?
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[He shrugs. Look, Sam. You sort of hit the nail on the head.
It may say a lot that, even if that was the truth, Jaskier's good humor didn't exactly fail. It was a monstrosity, but men did that sort of thing. Even to knights. And what was a knight, really, beyond a man trying to survive in the world?
There were rare people, like Geralt, who did help others. But he still did it for coin. He needed coin to survive.
Jaskier smiled, recrossing his legs.] I see. You're not quite as humble as I first thought. [Which there was nothing wrong with that. Jaskier was the last man to describe himself as humble. Why bother?
He understands, though, the idea of how it may be bothersome. That. Being human. To someone who, apparently, was trying to... do good. Save the world. He wonders if saving the world came with a hefty amount of coin? Assurances beyond that good will be done? He tips his head, translating the idea to something he would personally understand. Ah. Jaskier nods.] One must suffer reminding blue bloods exactly what it means to be a peasant. [He laughs now, soft.] I suppose that's why it's so hard to believe in that idea of saving the world. There are so many who benefit perfectly the way it is. Being a hero, even for the lowborn, is quite the thankless job, isn't it?