Jaskier blinks several times, jerking his gaze back to the elf's face. "Excuse me? Additional eyes?"
Now, horns feels sort of reasonable in comparison to that. "What does that even --" He holds up a hand. "You know, nevermind. I assume I'll find out myself soon enough, with my sort of luck." Or his luck of late, which, you know, hasn't been swell. And he imagines it's only going to get worse.
He thought they had been at a precipice with the peace of Thorne before they knew they were here to be used with the Singularity's magic. How much could the tides shift now?
He nods, quieter again. Like Geralt, then, as he'd been afraid of. It isn't simply the Witcher nor his friends. And his attempts at sending the birds he's practiced creating so well down here have come to naught. Some sort of barrier in the prisons, but some other magic affecting the prisoners themselves. Even now, when they were successful.
Jaskier hmms as he thinks while Estinien continues. Ah. Something is coming together, but knowing it won't give any sort of edge, will it? "Unfortunately I had no magic before this place, but I have it now, unhindered as it was before this event, yes. I'm thinking that, perhaps in lieu of... of additional eyes, that the experience granted me a different magic. I've no idea what it is, though. I simply... feel it. As steadily as I still feel the connection to the Singularity itself." He sucks his teeth, frustrated. "I know this is some experiment to them, but outside of testing the effects of our interaction with that monolith was the goal, I can't quite grasp what ambition drives Ambrose so."
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Now, horns feels sort of reasonable in comparison to that. "What does that even --" He holds up a hand. "You know, nevermind. I assume I'll find out myself soon enough, with my sort of luck." Or his luck of late, which, you know, hasn't been swell. And he imagines it's only going to get worse.
He thought they had been at a precipice with the peace of Thorne before they knew they were here to be used with the Singularity's magic. How much could the tides shift now?
He nods, quieter again. Like Geralt, then, as he'd been afraid of. It isn't simply the Witcher nor his friends. And his attempts at sending the birds he's practiced creating so well down here have come to naught. Some sort of barrier in the prisons, but some other magic affecting the prisoners themselves. Even now, when they were successful.
Jaskier hmms as he thinks while Estinien continues. Ah. Something is coming together, but knowing it won't give any sort of edge, will it? "Unfortunately I had no magic before this place, but I have it now, unhindered as it was before this event, yes. I'm thinking that, perhaps in lieu of... of additional eyes, that the experience granted me a different magic. I've no idea what it is, though. I simply... feel it. As steadily as I still feel the connection to the Singularity itself." He sucks his teeth, frustrated. "I know this is some experiment to them, but outside of testing the effects of our interaction with that monolith was the goal, I can't quite grasp what ambition drives Ambrose so."