Cult-driven trickery? A shared hallucination? Mass hysteria? All very complicated... All would leave some sort of evidence. And then there's the Big One. The mountain of a question. Why?
[He lets that mountain cast its shadow over them for a little while.]
Magic is randomer. And easier. [He presses his palms against his eyes.] Maybe too easy. I don't know. [For a moment all the brilliance seems to leave him, and he's nothing but a drunkard with bad fashion sense, featuring the latest trends in alcohol-stained clothing.
He stays there with his hands pressed to his face, like he's crying.]
...Two weeks. Or a little more. [There's uncertainty dripping through his tone. It's painfully clear that he doesn't actually remember. He's guessing.] But if you mean the ship, then... I don't know... A day?
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Cult-driven trickery? A shared hallucination? Mass hysteria? All very complicated... All would leave some sort of evidence. And then there's the Big One. The mountain of a question. Why?
[He lets that mountain cast its shadow over them for a little while.]
Magic is randomer. And easier. [He presses his palms against his eyes.] Maybe too easy. I don't know. [For a moment all the brilliance seems to leave him, and he's nothing but a drunkard with bad fashion sense, featuring the latest trends in alcohol-stained clothing.
He stays there with his hands pressed to his face, like he's crying.]
...Two weeks. Or a little more. [There's uncertainty dripping through his tone. It's painfully clear that he doesn't actually remember. He's guessing.] But if you mean the ship, then... I don't know... A day?