Astarion straightens up slightly. Aylin mews at him.
"I..."
It had never occurred to him, really. His own world is less connected - it's not unrealistic to make a friend for a week as they pass through your city and then never see or hear from them again - but written correspondence still exists. The infrastructure is there. Magic helps to some degree, though that kind of magic is costly and limited.
It's an additional cruelty of her world and its apocalypse that he hasn't thought on much. And the thought of having to face that at the end of every breach-
"I didn't think I'd have more reasons to want to push the Admiral into a furnace, and yet here we are," he says. "Hells."
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Date: 2025-02-05 10:02 pm (UTC)Astarion straightens up slightly. Aylin mews at him.
"I..."
It had never occurred to him, really. His own world is less connected - it's not unrealistic to make a friend for a week as they pass through your city and then never see or hear from them again - but written correspondence still exists. The infrastructure is there. Magic helps to some degree, though that kind of magic is costly and limited.
It's an additional cruelty of her world and its apocalypse that he hasn't thought on much. And the thought of having to face that at the end of every breach-
"I didn't think I'd have more reasons to want to push the Admiral into a furnace, and yet here we are," he says. "Hells."