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Yes.

[ One hand touches the spot over his shard; close to the sigil but not there. ]

Something has happened that relates to these, then?

[erythristic]

[she nods, and the relief is visible on her face. that one is safe, that one is fine.]

Word has come that the Seelie monarchs are in possession of two of the sigils. Their power was how they tore Caer Scima apart. I knew that one was already with them already, but hearing that they had a second...I could not help but fear, both for it and for you.

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Two of fourteen.

[ He does not need to breathe, but there is an expression on his face remarkably similar to one that someone who has just choked on air might have. ]

It makes sense, I suppose; it would have had to be something of great power. Two, though... Perhaps it is fortunate that the young Jabberwock was released to distract them.

No. Disconnection is quiet, easily calmed. That may change, of course, but we are safe for the moment.

[erythristic]

[if only she had lived. if only Nemexia could still be there...no. she had come here to get away from dwelling on that, even if the jar in her bag said enough.

she assumes he means when it speaks to him that he can surmount it easily, and for that she is grateful that she trusted him with such a thing.]

Intangible has not yet woken -- I have no idea what it may be like if it does. Still, the fact that we are safe for now means much.

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[ Close enough to the truth. ]

Safety is... relative.

[ But no one is actively trying to kill them at the moment. That's good news. ]

The true question is whether it means enough.

[erythristic]

It means that we don't have abstract incarnations of ideas preying on our minds at the moment. Each one we had, its name...it could not be thought of in one direction alone.

As long as we don't have cultists or Seelie out for our heads, then I'd say it means more than enough. Saber has assured us that while their Majesties are asking for any sigils to be turned over, she and hers will not be striking to claim them.

[she sighs, folding her arms. the fire crackles and hisses in the silence of the pause.]

Perhaps I should have spoken when I discovered this method of concealment. If others adopted it, then perhaps this second sigil would still be in our hands.

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Or perhaps it would have consumed them utterly. You and I, Grell, we have walked the worlds for longer than most; we have seen much, experienced much. Can you say the same for the others?

[ The Outsider knows little about Servants, but even these so-called Heroic Spirits have periods of what basically amounts to hibernation. They don't. ]

[erythristic]

Some have lived longer than I, that's a fact--I am but a child compared to them. But whether they possess the same level of control that you and I do, I am uncertain.

[she'd like to believe it to be so, but there are those in their number that if a sigil was to control them, rather than vice versa...

it might be a gift for those in the hazy area of what constitutes divinity, that they could endure that unearthly pain and hide such power in the shadows of their shard. or it might be a foolish, foolish idea she will regret ever making later when the time comes to see what it will have done to them unknowingly.

so much unknown. so much to guess at. the Outsider might have peace with that, but she does not.]

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[ There is little enough that he can do, and he has no use for worrying. Not over this when he has but one piece of the puzzle.

Besides, it will be so very interesting to see what happens. ]

Even if you thought you knew -- no one can know for certain until such a thing happens.

[erythristic]

...You're right. Though sometimes I wish I could know.

[all they can do is guess. all there is are judgements (hah) made with shadows blocking seeing where things land.

consequences will happen no matter what you will do. words she'd heard whispered in Caer Scima float to her mind again.]

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The future is not so set in stone. Even if you could see it -- it could be only one of many. It could appear to say one thing but say something else entirely, when placed in context.

[ He knows this well. ]

And it becomes... exceptionally boring, after a while. You always crave to be surprised.