There’s a twinge in Strange’s chest: sharp, unexpected, catching him sideways at the thought. He had originally been set on leaving Thedas as soon as humanly possible, just like his stay in 838, barreling his way in and then out of the universe like barging through panes of glass. But the longer that he’s been with Riftwatch, the longer he’s been forced to sit and reckon with it. His impact here. The fact that Theodosian problems are now his problems.
“I consider Kamar-Taj a home away from home, so I imagine that long enough spent here— there— well, you know what I mean. Long enough in Thedas, then I hope so too. There are far worse places to be stranded.”
Like plague-ridden overgrown Seattle, for instance, with every turn a danger. He’s been trying not to say as much to Ellie or Abby. He continues to rifle through the dusty cabinets — there’s no food, but he eventually finds a bottle of old expired painkillers alongside crumbling bottles of spices. Good. The expiration isn't a danger, just lessened efficacy. Talking, while they search:
“Back home, there was a time in history called the Age of Exploration, or the Age of Discovery — a time when people were exploring and pushing the boundaries and the horizons, shrinking the map. Through sea and then air and then, eventually, space. I’m sure the same will happen in Thedas over time. I believe the general arc of history is a merciless path of progress in that regard.”
Merciless might sound negative, but it’s not really, in Strange’s mind; it's simply that inevitable onwards momentum, devouring the map as they go. What does lie north of Par Vollen? Surely someone will find out, someday.
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“I consider Kamar-Taj a home away from home, so I imagine that long enough spent here— there— well, you know what I mean. Long enough in Thedas, then I hope so too. There are far worse places to be stranded.”
Like plague-ridden overgrown Seattle, for instance, with every turn a danger. He’s been trying not to say as much to Ellie or Abby. He continues to rifle through the dusty cabinets — there’s no food, but he eventually finds a bottle of old expired painkillers alongside crumbling bottles of spices. Good. The expiration isn't a danger, just lessened efficacy. Talking, while they search:
“Back home, there was a time in history called the Age of Exploration, or the Age of Discovery — a time when people were exploring and pushing the boundaries and the horizons, shrinking the map. Through sea and then air and then, eventually, space. I’m sure the same will happen in Thedas over time. I believe the general arc of history is a merciless path of progress in that regard.”
Merciless might sound negative, but it’s not really, in Strange’s mind; it's simply that inevitable onwards momentum, devouring the map as they go. What does lie north of Par Vollen? Surely someone will find out, someday.