No. [ Not at all. He stretches out his left leg, resting it. His thumb idly rubs a spot in the middle of his thigh. ] If they've nothing to do with each other, then I'm a fucking mermaid.
[ He'd like to hear who hasn't made that connection. To him, it seems obvious, though perhaps that's to do with his knowledge of Ciri and the monoliths on the Continent. The way they can be used to open doors to other realms.
And that monsters and people can walk through those doors. Against everything he once knew. What they all once knew. The more their spheres bleed into each other—memories, beasts, magic—the more he worries that another Conjunction lies in their future. ]
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[ He'd like to hear who hasn't made that connection. To him, it seems obvious, though perhaps that's to do with his knowledge of Ciri and the monoliths on the Continent. The way they can be used to open doors to other realms.
And that monsters and people can walk through those doors. Against everything he once knew. What they all once knew. The more their spheres bleed into each other—memories, beasts, magic—the more he worries that another Conjunction lies in their future. ]