[ If Claude were to ever say, he'd get it. The pointlessness of it all, how it doesn't ever affect him as someone who never belongs anywhere in the first place, at any given moment. No nation, no people except the Witchers who are practically myth, dying out. What would he care about war other than to avoid it?
It's a little different here. Here, he's no longer certain of where he stands.
He glances up as Claude invites himself over. He doesn't mind. Just expected Claude to wish to continue on his way picking herbs.
A pause before he accepts the offering. ]
Mm-hmm. [ Yeah. Magic. He doesn't see it as distinct from the magic of this world. Those in Abraxas simply harness it using another technique, but the source is the same chaos. ] Witchers are taught simple Signs for utility.
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It's a little different here. Here, he's no longer certain of where he stands.
He glances up as Claude invites himself over. He doesn't mind. Just expected Claude to wish to continue on his way picking herbs.
A pause before he accepts the offering. ]
Mm-hmm. [ Yeah. Magic. He doesn't see it as distinct from the magic of this world. Those in Abraxas simply harness it using another technique, but the source is the same chaos. ] Witchers are taught simple Signs for utility.