[ He's quiet while she explains. It sits uneasily within him, but the truth is, he's always felt the Singularity, too. Not like her. Vaguely. An awareness that it's there, an open door. Whether he's the only one, he isn't sure. No one else meditates regularly without the intent to go into the Horizon. Not that he knows of. Ever since the connection awoke in them—he can sense it when he sits down to clear his head. A path, waiting for him to enter.
He'd assumed the vision was a hallucination. Now he wonders if it was the Singularity. It isn't the first time he'd seen that sprawling labyrinth. ]
But it's not been bothering you?
[ In the end, that's where his main concern lies. That there is no more noise or feeling or images that plague her, unwanted.
Still, his lips twitch a hint at evil jelly. Something like that. He'd only torn the skin, but each small cut or scrape would grow worse, splitting and festering. Then he vomited a lot of blood, tried to kill Sam's friend before Istredd knocked him out, and spent most of the last week dying, having feverish dreams of the Trials. Before Ciri woke him up, hovering over him with a blade.
In conclusion: ] Yeah. It wouldn't heal right. Made for a few unpleasant nights.
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He'd assumed the vision was a hallucination. Now he wonders if it was the Singularity. It isn't the first time he'd seen that sprawling labyrinth. ]
But it's not been bothering you?
[ In the end, that's where his main concern lies. That there is no more noise or feeling or images that plague her, unwanted.
Still, his lips twitch a hint at evil jelly. Something like that. He'd only torn the skin, but each small cut or scrape would grow worse, splitting and festering. Then he vomited a lot of blood, tried to kill Sam's friend before Istredd knocked him out, and spent most of the last week dying, having feverish dreams of the Trials. Before Ciri woke him up, hovering over him with a blade.
In conclusion: ] Yeah. It wouldn't heal right. Made for a few unpleasant nights.