[It's an ages-old argument, and one Jaskier really hasn't a leg to stand on anymore when he's taken a few of his own. Sometimes the echoes are too loud. Sometimes he feels himself splitting apart; changing into something he wishes not to be.
Sometimes rest is the only thing he craves.
Jaskier's nose wrinkles.] It's not an audience of one, it's an audience of thirty! You know I still don't like it. Didn't you lose a kidney or something when one of them got lost? Suppose it found its way back... though you probably don't need both kidneys at this point.
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[It's an ages-old argument, and one Jaskier really hasn't a leg to stand on anymore when he's taken a few of his own. Sometimes the echoes are too loud. Sometimes he feels himself splitting apart; changing into something he wishes not to be.
Sometimes rest is the only thing he craves.
Jaskier's nose wrinkles.] It's not an audience of one, it's an audience of thirty! You know I still don't like it. Didn't you lose a kidney or something when one of them got lost? Suppose it found its way back... though you probably don't need both kidneys at this point.