[ He shuffles along with the people. They're close enough to the orb that he can see who's up ahead, pondering. This is frankly a bit novel to him. He's been to market squares, festivals—but he's always been out of place in them. Usually there to do a job. No one blinks twice at him here. ]
Anyone who's got a firm answer to that question is no one I care for.
[ As in, he doesn't think they know near enough to want to do something with it. And anyone who believes they have the right answer is not someone he trusts. Its power is real; its connection to the other realms is not out of the question. These nations, though—no matter how long they've been studying it, there must be something about it they don't know. How could they, if they've never stepped off their own sphere? If they haven't accessed inside it?
He doesn't even want to give a fuck about the Singularity. But Ciri is inextricably linked to it. By extension, so is he. ]
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Anyone who's got a firm answer to that question is no one I care for.
[ As in, he doesn't think they know near enough to want to do something with it. And anyone who believes they have the right answer is not someone he trusts. Its power is real; its connection to the other realms is not out of the question. These nations, though—no matter how long they've been studying it, there must be something about it they don't know. How could they, if they've never stepped off their own sphere? If they haven't accessed inside it?
He doesn't even want to give a fuck about the Singularity. But Ciri is inextricably linked to it. By extension, so is he. ]