Urianger knows this to be true, and he knows that if Thancred and Himeka truly believe they'll be able to rescue those in the hold-out group? Nothing will be able to stop them. He's seen it time and time again: Thancred's strength of will to keep going even when all seems utterly lost; the bright-burning fire of Himeka's determination when she's made up her mind to save the world. That knowledge alone bolsters his drive to wring as much information as he can from the place before his extraction, for the gods only know how much of it he'll need to revisit when they make it back to Thorne.
It is an arduous task, and one that only becomes more difficult to navigate as dissent begins to ripple through the remaining Acolytes. Urianger's skills as both a negotiator and situation-diffuser are brought to the fore, however all of that is overshadowed by Castiel's discovery of a living, albeit grossly disfigured body somehow wedged inside the pulsing altar. What's left of Urianger's strength is given to keeping the form alive โ a traumatic experience for all who try to tend to and communicate with the dying creature.
Days later, the subdued quiet of the cavern is shattered by the arrival of the rescue team โ and of the collapse of the earth around them. Panic rises within Urianger as seawater begins to roil through the cavern with all the rage of Leviathan himselfโ
At which point he a pair of familiar voices cut through the chaos to grip tight around his heart.
After four weeks of subsiding on scant handfuls of mushrooms and sips of water, Urianger looks worse than he has ever done. His hair is lank and dull, his beard a scraggled mess, and the open wounds marring his body look dark and painful; for a moment it seems as though his knees might buckle under the force of the water but he manages to steel himself enough to press on. They do tremble in relief when he reaches his friends and manages to grip their shoulders in greeting: )
Thancred, Himekaโ
( But now isn't the time for happy rerunions. Urianger's expression grows solemn as he turns to look around the crumbling cavern. )
Come, I prithee; there are others who require thine aid.
RETRIEVAL โ THANCRED & HIMEKA
( His friends are coming.
Urianger knows this to be true, and he knows that if Thancred and Himeka truly believe they'll be able to rescue those in the hold-out group? Nothing will be able to stop them. He's seen it time and time again: Thancred's strength of will to keep going even when all seems utterly lost; the bright-burning fire of Himeka's determination when she's made up her mind to save the world. That knowledge alone bolsters his drive to wring as much information as he can from the place before his extraction, for the gods only know how much of it he'll need to revisit when they make it back to Thorne.
It is an arduous task, and one that only becomes more difficult to navigate as dissent begins to ripple through the remaining Acolytes. Urianger's skills as both a negotiator and situation-diffuser are brought to the fore, however all of that is overshadowed by Castiel's discovery of a living, albeit grossly disfigured body somehow wedged inside the pulsing altar. What's left of Urianger's strength is given to keeping the form alive โ a traumatic experience for all who try to tend to and communicate with the dying creature.
Days later, the subdued quiet of the cavern is shattered by the arrival of the rescue team โ and of the collapse of the earth around them. Panic rises within Urianger as seawater begins to roil through the cavern with all the rage of Leviathan himselfโ
At which point he a pair of familiar voices cut through the chaos to grip tight around his heart.
After four weeks of subsiding on scant handfuls of mushrooms and sips of water, Urianger looks worse than he has ever done. His hair is lank and dull, his beard a scraggled mess, and the open wounds marring his body look dark and painful; for a moment it seems as though his knees might buckle under the force of the water but he manages to steel himself enough to press on. They do tremble in relief when he reaches his friends and manages to grip their shoulders in greeting: )
Thancred, Himekaโ
( But now isn't the time for happy rerunions. Urianger's expression grows solemn as he turns to look around the crumbling cavern. )
Come, I prithee; there are others who require thine aid.