[ He gives Thancred a look that's not quite discouragement for that remark before he makes his way down the corridor. It's on his mind, to ask how Yennefer may be doing. He swallows it down for the time being, not wanting to provoke any more dark shadows that lurk in his mind. The Horizon has not been kind to him in that regard.
He walks a step ahead of the torchlight, his vision cutting easily through the darkness. He can hear a strange clicking in the distance. Not animalistic. Mechanical, perhaps. Or a disturbance beyond the walls themselves? ]
Boasting rights? [ If they're alive to collect. (He's aware they can't die in the Horizon, in theory. And yet. That knowledge always feels so fucking tenuous when it comes down to it. Perhaps it's because death, more than anything, has always haunted the edges of what's unknown—and he has yet to experience it in here or outside.) ] Last time I was in this place, we found a hall of spikes. Made for an unpleasant squeeze.
[ To say the least. What he means is: yes. Pitfall sounds entirely reasonable for what may appear. ]
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He walks a step ahead of the torchlight, his vision cutting easily through the darkness. He can hear a strange clicking in the distance. Not animalistic. Mechanical, perhaps. Or a disturbance beyond the walls themselves? ]
Boasting rights? [ If they're alive to collect. (He's aware they can't die in the Horizon, in theory. And yet. That knowledge always feels so fucking tenuous when it comes down to it. Perhaps it's because death, more than anything, has always haunted the edges of what's unknown—and he has yet to experience it in here or outside.) ] Last time I was in this place, we found a hall of spikes. Made for an unpleasant squeeze.
[ To say the least. What he means is: yes. Pitfall sounds entirely reasonable for what may appear. ]