Ciri: Where do we go when we die?
Yennefer: Just like magic is a transfer of energy, we give ourselves back to the earth and the air
Triss: Some people believe that they go to a wonderful place in the sky with all their family and friends
Jaskier: Shut the fuck up, you all are nearly goddamn immortal
Jaskier: Let someone who actually faces death tell you the truth: Life is short and it is dangerous. We pray that we go somewhere because otherwise it feels like we all just writhe and flail and do our best for absolutely no good reason. And we never know if our random fucking theories are correct. Only the dead know that. So why worry about where we go when there are so many beautiful things where we are and that's what deserves our attention?
Jaskier: So fuck you guys, I'm going to make muffins
Ciri: ...Can I also make muffins?
Jaskier: Absolutely, sweetheart