[ Amos looks around the hall at Geralt's indication that this is where he grew up. Maybe outside, with the snow and the bones, too. And this is what he wanted, apparently, so must have been at least something of a good experience.
Definitely more spacious than anything he ever had, though he feels like that's to be expected. Everyone else who came from Thorne seems to be more familiar with environments like this — open spaces, no overpopulation.
A faint wondering on how they would've fared on an Earth with 30 billion people. Or on a station where resources aren't abundant. And then it's gone. ]
Roam, huh? Like through those mountains? [ The ones that could be seen in the not-distance before they'd come inside. ] That where you go out to hunt?
[ And then get paid, ideally. He remembers that much about the man. Respects it. Could've been that, in another life, though he would've just been sent out to collect debts and kill those who couldn't pay up, which is probably not the kind of hunting Geralt did. And it's better he went down a different path. ]
Looks like they're several centuries from my trade even being relevant. I could strap a rocket to a wagon, I guess. Once I figure out how to get the materials to make a rocket. Which they probably don't have here. [ A sigh. He's never going up the well again, is he. ] Don't need a blade for that. Not sure I need a blade here, anyway. Solvunn's peaceful.
[ He hesitates. ]
Felt something weird when that guy got us out of jail, though. When I went through the portal. Not sure if I need a weapon or if I could just. Use that.
[ Leaving Earth's gravity for the first time had made him keenly aware of how much lighter everything is in space; he's never been so aware of gravity before, though. And now, out in the real world, he just. Kind of knows it's there. Always. One g, sure, that's standard, but Amos swears he can sometimes feel little variations, fluctuations near him, and if he thinks about it enough it. Changes, maybe. And that doesn't make a lick of sense, so what the fuck.
He looks back up at Geralt. ]
You feel anything different when we got out of there?
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Definitely more spacious than anything he ever had, though he feels like that's to be expected. Everyone else who came from Thorne seems to be more familiar with environments like this — open spaces, no overpopulation.
A faint wondering on how they would've fared on an Earth with 30 billion people. Or on a station where resources aren't abundant. And then it's gone. ]
Roam, huh? Like through those mountains? [ The ones that could be seen in the not-distance before they'd come inside. ] That where you go out to hunt?
[ And then get paid, ideally. He remembers that much about the man. Respects it. Could've been that, in another life, though he would've just been sent out to collect debts and kill those who couldn't pay up, which is probably not the kind of hunting Geralt did. And it's better he went down a different path. ]
Looks like they're several centuries from my trade even being relevant. I could strap a rocket to a wagon, I guess. Once I figure out how to get the materials to make a rocket. Which they probably don't have here. [ A sigh. He's never going up the well again, is he. ] Don't need a blade for that. Not sure I need a blade here, anyway. Solvunn's peaceful.
[ He hesitates. ]
Felt something weird when that guy got us out of jail, though. When I went through the portal. Not sure if I need a weapon or if I could just. Use that.
[ Leaving Earth's gravity for the first time had made him keenly aware of how much lighter everything is in space; he's never been so aware of gravity before, though. And now, out in the real world, he just. Kind of knows it's there. Always. One g, sure, that's standard, but Amos swears he can sometimes feel little variations, fluctuations near him, and if he thinks about it enough it. Changes, maybe. And that doesn't make a lick of sense, so what the fuck.
He looks back up at Geralt. ]
You feel anything different when we got out of there?