What did he make of it? Gale's smile is more of a grimace. Quite the sick joke, wasn't it? To come so close to happiness, then lose it -- and have none of it be real regardless.
"I did wonder before if the Singularity can dream. It follows that our shared experience could have been its dream of the future, or the Singularity may be trying to show us something. Perhaps what it believes us capable of, for better or worse."
He drops his hand from his chest, presses it flat against the table.
"Just when I had given up all hope of ever regaining my strength, to have it all returned..."
Then, to lose it again. To never really have had it. Gale shakes his head, lets out a slow sigh.
"Whatever Mystra's purpose is in bringing me here, it's unclear. A study of the Singularity itself, perhaps? To what end?"
She's had no contact with him, since he arrived. If she's known here by another name, he has yet to discover it.
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What did he make of it? Gale's smile is more of a grimace. Quite the sick joke, wasn't it? To come so close to happiness, then lose it -- and have none of it be real regardless.
"I did wonder before if the Singularity can dream. It follows that our shared experience could have been its dream of the future, or the Singularity may be trying to show us something. Perhaps what it believes us capable of, for better or worse."
He drops his hand from his chest, presses it flat against the table.
"Just when I had given up all hope of ever regaining my strength, to have it all returned..."
Then, to lose it again. To never really have had it. Gale shakes his head, lets out a slow sigh.
"Whatever Mystra's purpose is in bringing me here, it's unclear. A study of the Singularity itself, perhaps? To what end?"
She's had no contact with him, since he arrived. If she's known here by another name, he has yet to discover it.