There was nothing anyone could have done to stop him. It was literal chaos inside and Istredd had to choose in a split decision. He did know it was a risk, but he's always had eyes on the bigger picture. The plight of the mages was seriously but so was the plight of the entire continent. He had to prioritize. He truly didn't count on Vilgefortz thinking he was important enough to wait for. Istredd's not used to being seen, usually so good at falling through the cracks and being forgotten. If he valued himself as a prisoner worth having, he might have been more cautious, but he didn't see how he would be in danger until it was too late.
This place has made him more aware of what he has to offer and it's brought him alive. So the visions are disturbing and devastating and knowing his fate is no doubt violent is going to haunt him. And in response, he will hold onto the here and now. And to her.
"As long as I draw breath in this sphere, you'll never be without me." That's Istredd, a romantic to the core, but he says it with such surety, like an unbreakable vow. He did vow to himself never to forsake her again, to be the rock she needed to make up for her loneliness. This is stronger than that because he believes in it, in them. He fell in love with the girl from the pig farm, and he stayed in love with the witch. Loving Lucifer and this life he made doesn't change that. If only made his heart bigger.
He keeps her in his arms, grasping to her, needing that contact. Their grief is a living, breathing thing. A monster. He nods at the few people named. There's almost none of them now. The age of the Brotherhood and their mages is over. There's no way of knowing what can be made for them. No court power, only their own. He knows she can find a path.
Istredd didn't ask, didn't feel like he could, not with her who had been so thoroughly abused by Stregobor. Still, she knew without saying, and it hits him like a punch to the chest. Stregobor was a monster but there will always be that boy inside of him who loved him. No attempts at cutting it out worked. At least Yennefer had the benefit of knowing Tissaia's love. He gives a small nod in gratitude, letting out a breath. "You would know if he survived."
That is the truth, because Stregobor would never be silent. He would have already tried to take back over and turn them into his servants. So he's gone. "They're all gone. Our leaders." The oldest mages. "Where do we go next?" He still feels like a we.
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This place has made him more aware of what he has to offer and it's brought him alive. So the visions are disturbing and devastating and knowing his fate is no doubt violent is going to haunt him. And in response, he will hold onto the here and now. And to her.
"As long as I draw breath in this sphere, you'll never be without me." That's Istredd, a romantic to the core, but he says it with such surety, like an unbreakable vow. He did vow to himself never to forsake her again, to be the rock she needed to make up for her loneliness. This is stronger than that because he believes in it, in them. He fell in love with the girl from the pig farm, and he stayed in love with the witch. Loving Lucifer and this life he made doesn't change that. If only made his heart bigger.
He keeps her in his arms, grasping to her, needing that contact. Their grief is a living, breathing thing. A monster. He nods at the few people named. There's almost none of them now. The age of the Brotherhood and their mages is over. There's no way of knowing what can be made for them. No court power, only their own. He knows she can find a path.
Istredd didn't ask, didn't feel like he could, not with her who had been so thoroughly abused by Stregobor. Still, she knew without saying, and it hits him like a punch to the chest. Stregobor was a monster but there will always be that boy inside of him who loved him. No attempts at cutting it out worked. At least Yennefer had the benefit of knowing Tissaia's love. He gives a small nod in gratitude, letting out a breath. "You would know if he survived."
That is the truth, because Stregobor would never be silent. He would have already tried to take back over and turn them into his servants. So he's gone. "They're all gone. Our leaders." The oldest mages. "Where do we go next?" He still feels like a we.