Geralt of Stupid-- he's getting that name thrown at him a lot in the past hour or so. First by a bunch of students, now by Jaskier, and he's been trying to keep his temper in check because the bard is angry with him and they have this unfinished business and they're... friends, but he's not making it easy.

"Yennefer would never beg me for anything, and definitely not to take her back."

If Yennefer wanted him, she would sweep in, all power and flashing violet eyes and carefully curated beauty, and she would expect him to come to heel like a dog at her feet. She takes what she wants and never asks, because she never needs to ask and never thinks she should need to. And for a while, when they're together, it's good, it's so fucking good, but then it will inevitably descend into the kind of arguments and fighting that can only be called disastrous. She barrels through his life with all the destruction of a hurricane and once she's gone, everything's a wreck. All he's left with is the memory of what it's like to be in the eye of that storm, surrounded by wildness and beauty that he can't control, and a stupid fucking heart that's torn in half.

He always ends up fighting with Yen and now he's fighting with Jask and he's always fucking fighting.

"You want me to be honest, Jaskier? Fine."

His voice is taking an edge, rising up to match the bard's yelling. It's good that the classrooms are sound-insulated, otherwise the noise might have attracted unwanted attention; they know there's a witcher in here with their precious famous teacher. And sure, there's all the songs calling him brave and noble, but he's still a witcher.

"No, I wouldn't take her back, even if she asked. You said you're tired of picking up the pieces? Well, I'm tired of always being in fucking pieces!"