[ Jack, Mat. People he's spoken to little, if at all, and now they're suddenly...in his care. In a fashion.
He glances at her. ] Is that what you feel from it?
[ He's ambivalent at best about the Singularity—or any massive monolith entity—wanting anything from them. It already swallowed Julie up once. Presumably because it wanted her, too. But he can acknowledge Julie's unique link to it. Something he does not understand, but which he knows better than to dismiss.
It reminds him of Ciri's connection to Chaos, to the elves. And though, as with Ciri, he's concerned for what it could mean, he's long learned that there's no breaking it or hiding from it. Only accepting what's a part of you.
He offers her his arm, loosening the edge of the bandage to unravel it. Compared to when she first saw it, it's more than skin peeled off. The flesh is split, down the length of his forearm—though it shows a few signs of beginning to heal, thorns all cut out of the wound. They haven't returned since Ciri did so. ]
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He glances at her. ] Is that what you feel from it?
[ He's ambivalent at best about the Singularity—or any massive monolith entity—wanting anything from them. It already swallowed Julie up once. Presumably because it wanted her, too. But he can acknowledge Julie's unique link to it. Something he does not understand, but which he knows better than to dismiss.
It reminds him of Ciri's connection to Chaos, to the elves. And though, as with Ciri, he's concerned for what it could mean, he's long learned that there's no breaking it or hiding from it. Only accepting what's a part of you.
He offers her his arm, loosening the edge of the bandage to unravel it. Compared to when she first saw it, it's more than skin peeled off. The flesh is split, down the length of his forearm—though it shows a few signs of beginning to heal, thorns all cut out of the wound. They haven't returned since Ciri did so. ]