the way she looks at hermione, in this moment, is in a way an answer. it isn't pitying, not that; a kind of strangely brisk empathy. it is plain that it doesn't cross her mind to lie; that she isn't prevaricating about what to say or how to say it. she simply exists for a moment with the awareness that she has nothing kind to say, and it is unlikely to come as welcome news.
to some, sure. but less than most. )
You went to sleep, ( she says, at length. no one's ever come through a rift awake; it's how they work. ) Wherever you were before this. You went to sleep, and you woke up falling through a rift.
And, you didn't. Probably, you also woke up wherever you went to sleep. You, as you exist now, you're not just connected to the fade. You're— made from it. In a way, you're as much a part of this world as I am. There's evidence to the idea that you're sort of like, super-charged spirits of the fade, like the fade coalesced so hard around the dream of you that it made a person.
Your magic works differently to the way you're used to. You'll react to things here that you probably didn't, before. You're physically changed, ( not unkind but frank and firm: this is probably not fun to hear and she is probably not going to process everything she feels about it all at once, but it's information she should have and having been asked for it gwenaëlle doesn't hesitate. )
Rifters don't go home, no. Everything that we know about you, and it's not an insignificant amount of study and observation— the likeliest thing is that you never left home.
( let that sit, a moment. but it's not the worst part, )
Rifters don't go home, but the fade sometimes takes them back. They'll be here for weeks or years and then one day, gone, nothing, like the dream was just gone come morning. Sometimes they return, and they do remember more of the lives they were leading; sometimes they return and they don't remember ever having been here. Sometimes they were dead, where they came from, and Thedas is time they wouldn't have had. Provost Stark was one of those. Doctor Strange and he were from the same place, but out of time with each other.
It's nice to think that the rifters who dissipated went home, in some fashion, but it isn't likely. And a rift wouldn't take you there — think of it more like the orifice of a body which is the fade. I've been in there and I don't recommend it.
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the way she looks at hermione, in this moment, is in a way an answer. it isn't pitying, not that; a kind of strangely brisk empathy. it is plain that it doesn't cross her mind to lie; that she isn't prevaricating about what to say or how to say it. she simply exists for a moment with the awareness that she has nothing kind to say, and it is unlikely to come as welcome news.
to some, sure. but less than most. )
You went to sleep, ( she says, at length. no one's ever come through a rift awake; it's how they work. ) Wherever you were before this. You went to sleep, and you woke up falling through a rift.
And, you didn't. Probably, you also woke up wherever you went to sleep. You, as you exist now, you're not just connected to the fade. You're— made from it. In a way, you're as much a part of this world as I am. There's evidence to the idea that you're sort of like, super-charged spirits of the fade, like the fade coalesced so hard around the dream of you that it made a person.
Your magic works differently to the way you're used to. You'll react to things here that you probably didn't, before. You're physically changed, ( not unkind but frank and firm: this is probably not fun to hear and she is probably not going to process everything she feels about it all at once, but it's information she should have and having been asked for it gwenaëlle doesn't hesitate. )
Rifters don't go home, no. Everything that we know about you, and it's not an insignificant amount of study and observation— the likeliest thing is that you never left home.
( let that sit, a moment. but it's not the worst part, )
Rifters don't go home, but the fade sometimes takes them back. They'll be here for weeks or years and then one day, gone, nothing, like the dream was just gone come morning. Sometimes they return, and they do remember more of the lives they were leading; sometimes they return and they don't remember ever having been here. Sometimes they were dead, where they came from, and Thedas is time they wouldn't have had. Provost Stark was one of those. Doctor Strange and he were from the same place, but out of time with each other.
It's nice to think that the rifters who dissipated went home, in some fashion, but it isn't likely. And a rift wouldn't take you there — think of it more like the orifice of a body which is the fade. I've been in there and I don't recommend it.