Mat isn’t the only one who’s been seeking solace in the Horizon. Eddie’s domain consists of hardly anything at this point, but he’s found it hard to leave. If he returns to Solvunn, those nasty little whispers will continue to plague him, prodding at him and digging up every crumb of worry and guilt he’s been burying since he arrived.

The Horizon is beginning to weigh on him too, though. It’s been practically non-stop; he blinks or drifts off to sleep, and he’s dropped into someone else’s domain, and more often than not? There’s something wrong with his surroundings. As he stumbles through the dark, hand outstretched in front of him just in case he should bump into something, he can only imagine that this place hasn’t been spared either.

This darkness is almost unrealistic, and he thinks he’d almost prefer to be back in Geralt’s domain. It was cold and dilapidated and had that terrifying screaming going on, but at least he could see where he was going. Anything could be lurking in this darkness.

If the voice that calls out nearby weren’t so hesitant, Eddie might shriek in fear, but someone out there sounds just as scared and uncertain as he feels.

“Hey!,” he calls back, hushed and anxious and shifting nervously in his spot. “Hey, who’s there?”