[ Oh. When she says universe, he realizes suddenly she means space in the astronomical sense. Is that how they imagine moving from one sphere to another for her? A ship that travels through, as though it were the sea? He supposes without magic, that remains the only option.
He'd ask, but he's sidetracked by her question, one he's beginning to learn to expect. It's a little unusual, still, how easily so many gloss over his eyes without question. But then, her hair is pink somehow so perhaps humans are simply even more variable on her world. ]
They call us Witchers. We're— [ He pauses, then shrugs, too. The actual details are too longwinded for him to bother delving into. He just doesn't particularly care to skirt around what he is. ] Created by mages. [ He seems to ponder for a second. ] Whether our lifespan was intended or a side effect, I couldn't tell you.
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He'd ask, but he's sidetracked by her question, one he's beginning to learn to expect. It's a little unusual, still, how easily so many gloss over his eyes without question. But then, her hair is pink somehow so perhaps humans are simply even more variable on her world. ]
They call us Witchers. We're— [ He pauses, then shrugs, too. The actual details are too longwinded for him to bother delving into. He just doesn't particularly care to skirt around what he is. ] Created by mages. [ He seems to ponder for a second. ] Whether our lifespan was intended or a side effect, I couldn't tell you.