What? The startled expression on Geralt's face is unmistakable. He'd thought, at most, hundreds of years. Not less than a fucking decade. He takes a moment, thinking about it, uncertain of where to slot this new piece of information. Give him a minute or thirty.
"Ours occurred over a thousand years ago. There's been little by way of peace since."
Only recently has the Continent started to pull itself together, and that's putting it generously. The only reason there's any cohesion at all is because humans took over, placed themselves in seats of power, mutated children to make them rid the monsters, and then started to fight each other once that was done. There's something incongruous about Estinien telling him he's seen things get better and then inform him his sphere suffered a cataclysm a mere eight winters ago. How the fuck does that even work.
Perhaps it's just not as shattering of an event. A smaller series of Conjunctions rather than a single large one. Estinien said one world consumed, didn't he? Only one. Not several. Something to consider. (Why is there always so damn much to consider.)
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"Ours occurred over a thousand years ago. There's been little by way of peace since."
Only recently has the Continent started to pull itself together, and that's putting it generously. The only reason there's any cohesion at all is because humans took over, placed themselves in seats of power, mutated children to make them rid the monsters, and then started to fight each other once that was done. There's something incongruous about Estinien telling him he's seen things get better and then inform him his sphere suffered a cataclysm a mere eight winters ago. How the fuck does that even work.
Perhaps it's just not as shattering of an event. A smaller series of Conjunctions rather than a single large one. Estinien said one world consumed, didn't he? Only one. Not several. Something to consider. (Why is there always so damn much to consider.)