[Jaskier sits up, his eyes intent on Geralt. He knows very well they fell somewhere, and that the three of them would not speak on it, but not where. That... is that evidence that the shapeshifter's words were true?]
She called them another name. The Red Riders. I imagine your dead little sphere was a hellhole of red, wasn't it? It did not sound literal, after all, since they're aren't very red. I mean. Per the stories.
[He drinks, mouth cloying with chocolate.] This was twelve hundred years ago, Geralt. That is a long time to crave home again. To go mad with obsession.
[People hardly needed a century for such madness. Let alone centuries of it.
It does fit together. Elves banished from the Continent, from their people, without knowing what has become of them. Without truly knowing what the coming of humanity, of monsters, will do to the home they left.
They should have no idea, should they? That the Continent is nothing like it once was?] There's something else. The elves... well, the monoliths are dwarven creations -- for making fertile fucking soil! Can you believe that? But the elves were using them. They could be used to portal between each other, but not only that. Between spheres. And if Ciri's blood can force portals to form in the monoliths... I fear you're right. That's exactly what they want her for. Ithlinne's prophecy. It all fucking fits together, Geralt. And what is the Singularity if not another bloody monolith?
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She called them another name. The Red Riders. I imagine your dead little sphere was a hellhole of red, wasn't it? It did not sound literal, after all, since they're aren't very red. I mean. Per the stories.
[He drinks, mouth cloying with chocolate.] This was twelve hundred years ago, Geralt. That is a long time to crave home again. To go mad with obsession.
[People hardly needed a century for such madness. Let alone centuries of it.
It does fit together. Elves banished from the Continent, from their people, without knowing what has become of them. Without truly knowing what the coming of humanity, of monsters, will do to the home they left.
They should have no idea, should they? That the Continent is nothing like it once was?] There's something else. The elves... well, the monoliths are dwarven creations -- for making fertile fucking soil! Can you believe that? But the elves were using them. They could be used to portal between each other, but not only that. Between spheres. And if Ciri's blood can force portals to form in the monoliths... I fear you're right. That's exactly what they want her for. Ithlinne's prophecy. It all fucking fits together, Geralt. And what is the Singularity if not another bloody monolith?