[ So Viktor knows. It's little surprise the truth has come out by now. After three years, there are people they cannot hide it from—and he knows what he told her the last time they spoke. That he trusted her to make the right decision. As keen as he is to protect her, she's not a child anymore, and even when she was, he never wanted to decide for her. Only guide her.
But he recognizes the line is, on occasion, a thin one.
He lets the earth and his instincts guide him as they continue westward. His sword is slung on his back, but other than the canteens of water and some dried rabbit, he's travelling light as usual. ]
They did. [ They seemed certain, too. As far as he can tell, they were right or all of the Summoned have been especially fortunate. He supposes it makes sense. They've always been...unique. Where magic is concerned. And the infection is magical in nature.
Is that on her mind? He glances over, waiting for her to continue. ]
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But he recognizes the line is, on occasion, a thin one.
He lets the earth and his instincts guide him as they continue westward. His sword is slung on his back, but other than the canteens of water and some dried rabbit, he's travelling light as usual. ]
They did. [ They seemed certain, too. As far as he can tell, they were right or all of the Summoned have been especially fortunate. He supposes it makes sense. They've always been...unique. Where magic is concerned. And the infection is magical in nature.
Is that on her mind? He glances over, waiting for her to continue. ]