【授权翻译初稿/狼诗狼】最特殊的伤痕（下）(16)

直到杰洛特的目光落到亚斯克尔赤裸的胸口，现实在这一瞬间轰然坍塌。亚斯克尔无数次的想象过这一刻，无数次的想象过不同的反应，但没有一种假设能让他准备好面对杰洛特的表情。
Instead of shock or disgust, Geralt’s face wears a mask of resignation and Jaskier’s heart sinks into his stomach.
没有震惊或是厌恶，杰洛特脸上戴着一副听之任之的面具，亚斯克尔的心沉到了谷底。
“You knew.”
“你早知道。”
Geralt winces and attempts to sit up; hand reaching out for someone who’s no longer there.
杰洛特瑟缩着努力想要坐起来，伸出手想要拉住那些再也不在原地的人。
“Jaskier,” he groans, eyes pleading to hear him out, but all Jaskier can hear is the venom pouring from his wobbling lips.