[ Another? That name. He knows it. They've never met, but Jaskier is. Acquainted. (Of course he is.) So that makes two? Of them. Why only them?
He falls quiet alongside her. It isn't only the mystery of it all. It's that he wasn't entirely himself, and then everything just...piled on. Feels as though he lived a decade that one week alone. There's so fucking much. He's both too sober and not sober enough to pull apart what he experienced. ]
Did you feel anything?
[ The blob, that is. Whatever that blob might be. A creation of the Singularity? Is that what these places are? If it pulls on their memories, can it possibly build its own realities? Absorbing them? Perhaps that's why none of it makes any fucking sense, structurally. Mimicry without understanding. ]
I want to find out what this was. [ All of it. Where she went, why. The Horizon itself. For something they keep entering, they grasp almost nothing of it. He doesn't like it. Not when everyone important to him is linked to it in ways unlike anyone else. ] I don't want to wait for the next time you disappear again.
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He falls quiet alongside her. It isn't only the mystery of it all. It's that he wasn't entirely himself, and then everything just...piled on. Feels as though he lived a decade that one week alone. There's so fucking much. He's both too sober and not sober enough to pull apart what he experienced. ]
Did you feel anything?
[ The blob, that is. Whatever that blob might be. A creation of the Singularity? Is that what these places are? If it pulls on their memories, can it possibly build its own realities? Absorbing them? Perhaps that's why none of it makes any fucking sense, structurally. Mimicry without understanding. ]
I want to find out what this was. [ All of it. Where she went, why. The Horizon itself. For something they keep entering, they grasp almost nothing of it. He doesn't like it. Not when everyone important to him is linked to it in ways unlike anyone else. ] I don't want to wait for the next time you disappear again.