[ OPEN / CLOSED ] i think i found a way to kill the sun

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: December
Where: Cadens, Horizon
What: Some catching up now that he's home
Warnings: Discussion of trauma; nsfw marked



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[gynvael]

[ Himeka's gotten that look again, distant, like he's unlocked a door she had not realized existed. Geralt keeps eating—gives her the time she needs to work out what's on her mind. He feeds the wolf the broth-soaked bread in the meantime and scratches its ears.

So that's what she's thinking about. Geralt was introduced to the discrepancy early on: Jaskier, without a damn clue about Nilfgaard's march north, Yennefer in the midst of the battle of Sodden, Ciri from fucking ten winters ahead. It's only now that it strikes him not everyone would have this experience.

He pauses, a chunk of bread in his hands as he turns over how much he wants to say. Most of his information comes from Ciri. And he isn't interested in letting anyone know how exactly Ciri came to have such a firm grasp on how dimensional travel and time lapses work. ]

Jaskier is from a year prior to me. I suspect time and place both run concurrent. [ He draws a straight line across the table with his finger. ] When they took us, we were pushed off our path upon our own sphere. Doesn't matter what point in our lives we were. From here, those paths can only continue forward. I would not expect to return home to find Cirilla as the young girl I once remembered.

[ She will either return with him as she is here—grown, carrying the memories of this world, same as him—or she will not be on the Continent at all. That's how he understands it, at least, from what she's explained. The logic tracks. It makes more sense to him than the existence of multiple versions of a singular person, second by second, all living in parallel. ]

[aquaveiled]

[ Himeka looks up then, a little surprised. So this isn't a recent revelation for him? Has she been taking the timeline consistencies for herself and Estinien for granted? Of course, he did show up a few weeks prior to her...but she hadn't thought too much on it. Just a small blip, like how travel can be different on the First. They were taken from the same point on their star, but the time it took to get them to Abraxas just differed.

This, on the other hand...is quite a bit more drastic. ]

Hold on.

[ She needs a moment to think this through again, replaying how Geralt just described it. This is not a way she has really thought about time before, despite already having some experience with changing it.

"I suspect time and place both run concurrent...Doesn't matter what point in our lives we were. From here, those paths can only continue forward." ]

So...

[ She splits her second half of the egg into two more pieces. ]

You're saying that because of arriving here...were you to return to your sta--erm, sphere, you would forever be unable to return to the same time as your friends and family here?

[gynvael]

[ He can hold. Geralt chews on the bread, thinking a few points over himself. All of this—it's so damn far out of his scope. It'd be out of anyone's scope. The person who knows the most is Ciri, and it's only because she's lived it.

Geralt tilts his head. Yeah. That's what he's saying. When he rephrases, though, it's reduced to a simplicity typical to his manner of explaining. ]

I don't believe there's an alternate version of Ciri waiting for me to return to her at precisely the right point in time, no.

[ Though he's considered: what if there was? He's not written it off, exactly. No matter how absurd, there's room for anything to be possible. That he's even here in Abraxas at all tells him much can be done that none of them were ever aware of. So who the fuck knows? Perhaps one can select a specific point in time and merge right back into it as if nothing ever happened.

But then, he'd hold memories of a future for that version of Ciri, that she wouldn't have lived. What then? How would that work? He can't think of any way that could ever not cause an infinite amount of chaos. Perhaps the only possibility for this scenario is that none of them remember their time on this world. Not the people they met, not what they saw and learned. A complete reversal. Somehow, that concept feels especially dangerous. ]

[aquaveiled]

[ She has to think on that again. That, at least, makes more sense to what she is expecting...G'raha travelled to the past and inevitably changed and corrected the future as a result. That would be something similar to this, wouldn't it? ]

...To be honest I had thought some on what this may mean when we return.

[When. Himeka does believe they will, somehow and someday. ]

When we travelled to the First, my friends' were sent at different points in time prior to my arrival. Or, well, their souls were. Even though it had only been a few weeks for me, one had spent nearly five years in that same amount of time.

[gynvael]

[ He peers at Himeka closely. In all honesty, it isn't something he's considered in this context. He's thought about how each world may have evolved differently over generations—which explains the discrepancy in developments between all of them, why some are steeped in magic and monsters, and others seem to have lost it to time and stories—but Himeka's words make him realize there may be another angle to this. ]

If the Singularity is the point that connects every sphere, each world's relative proximity to it may alter the flow of time.

[ Maybe not at a precise interval—Yennefer and Ciri arrived nearly at the same time, yet the gap between them is immense—but time might simply. What. Move unpredictably? It sounds fucking absurd to think of it in that manner, but everything happening in this place falls under fucking absurd.

If. He still doesn't know who or what to believe. The longer he's here, the more he thinks there is truth to it. How much truth he's not yet decided, but there's obviously some kind of power to the Singularity that can't be measured. Ciri would not be so affected by it if that weren't so. ]

[aquaveiled]

[ And that is certainly something she hadn't considered either. Where the different stars are situated...is there a rhyme or reason to it? Is it random? Is there an effect and connection to the Singularity based on distance? Or-- ]

--or may make it easier to pull people from those respective worlds.

[ This is.

A lot to think about.

She just wanted ramen.

She puts her utensils down entirely and presses her mouth to her curled knuckles as she just thinks. After a long quiet moment, she just sighs in defeat, dropping her hands. ]

I don't know what to make of this. Other than the fact I know several individuals who would be much better equipped to guess on this than me.

[gynvael]

[ Or that. He really didn't mean to break her mind with this, though it seems he might've. Geralt lets her process in peace while he finishes off the broth and sets what's left of the scraps down for the wolf to lap up. The wolf, who should be blissfully unaware of the conversation between them, but that it's connected to Geralt means the animal has laid down, looking equally contemplative. ]

Mm. We can guess all day long and we'll still know shit all. [ Not that he isn't concerned; it's just that he knows better than to force pieces into place that don't belong out of a need to fill in the gaps. If they don't yet have answers, then they don't have them. ] May as well let it rest.

[ Putting this complication aside, they also don't know a way back or anything about that: how it'll work, if it'll work, what state it will leave their spheres in even if they should find a way. He can't sit and dwell on some distant future that may or may not come to pass. It's why he's put most of his focus on protecting those most important to him. Friends. (Family.) In the meantime, he will watch for the answers as they come. He's already learned more than he knew a few months ago. It's something. It's progress. And yeah. He does still have a fucking headache over everything, but what else is new? ]

[aquaveiled]

[ That has been how she'd seen most obstacles in her way: I don't know what I don't know and I won't know until I do. But it is a bit different now, isn't it? The burden of insight has shifted, there is no convenient long-lost friend turned wizard waiting to whisk her back and forth between worlds now. All she has to guide her path are her own wits which...seems dangerous in and of itself.

She had trained once as an Astrologian. Now is one of the times she sees the appeal in consulting the cards for some sort of guidance, even if the notions of fate and destiny never sat well with her. Just the thought that something stronger and wiser than you could be guiding your actions may be a comfort.

But...in the end, she much prefers when her choices are her own. If she makes the choice to put some effort into this conundrum, something has to come of it. Right? ]

For now.

[ Himeka sighs, shaking her head before offering Geralt a weak smile. ]

I'm not overfond of worrying myself, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel some sort of responsibility to make sense of it.

[gynvael]

[ His head tips to the side. He watches her for a second or two before answering: something that edges close to reassurance, but isn't quite. ]

You will. [ He understands what she means. Patience and avoidance are two different things. He wants to know as much as anyone. But they've been in this world just months. He's only beginning to grasp what it all means and drawing solid conclusions at this stage seems nebulous at best. Hasty at worst. ] Not all answers come from questions.

[ That's all he says about it. People often tell you more when you aren't asking; that much he's learned through the years. He's let Sam speak to the Prime Minister while he's gleaned what he can from the desert outpost through the hunter he's met; Kylo has granted him information on Thorne, and the queen. Jaskier will tell him if anything of Solvunn arises in his conversations with Estinien. A picture is forming, however murky. He thinks of his first conversation with Relena long ago. That she thought her time was best spent listening to what the locals were afraid of. He'd not disagreed. Still doesn't. ]

If I learn anything worthwhile, I'll pass it on.

[aquaveiled]

[ She can only nod at that. He's right--sometimes there is naught to do but wait, but she has never been someone who likes to sit around and do as such. So she'll have to find ways keep herself busy, other mysterious to unravel that carry many fewer headaches, if she can swing it.

Himeka finally goes back to her soup, not without putting some noodles on the table now for the wolf. ]

I'll do the same.

[ For now she is content, at least, to pretend there isn't much else to worry about outside of a dusty fortress, a quite man, and a very hungry hippo dog. ]