[ There's a wryness to the answer. What goes back home often seems to infect his Horizon. The nature of memories, he supposes.
Perhaps one day, he won't have shit spawning out of nowhere against his wishes.
He grabs a slithering tendril, slicing it off with a knife. An exercise in futility, he's aware, seeing as they will likely return, but he hasn't got anything else to do while they talk. Who knows? Maybe having a friend help will keep them away this time. ]
I felt the same. [ Not unfriendly. That's what bothers him. He's used to threats and creatures and nightmares. Monsters that are drawn to him—that isn't the usual. That is...it reminds him of Ciri. The pull, as she calls it. The sort of thing that shouldn't happen to him. ] As though it had found...an old friend.
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[ There's a wryness to the answer. What goes back home often seems to infect his Horizon. The nature of memories, he supposes.
Perhaps one day, he won't have shit spawning out of nowhere against his wishes.
He grabs a slithering tendril, slicing it off with a knife. An exercise in futility, he's aware, seeing as they will likely return, but he hasn't got anything else to do while they talk. Who knows? Maybe having a friend help will keep them away this time. ]
I felt the same. [ Not unfriendly. That's what bothers him. He's used to threats and creatures and nightmares. Monsters that are drawn to him—that isn't the usual. That is...it reminds him of Ciri. The pull, as she calls it. The sort of thing that shouldn't happen to him. ] As though it had found...an old friend.