[He considers it for a moment but then shakes his head.]
I know it isn't a bad thing. If it keeps you safe, it can never be a bad thing. But it's... frustrating, I suppose.
[There isn't really a way to explain how much he values his own agency and his own choices, or how proud he is of how far he's made it on his own power. If he'd always been able to predict the future like this it would have made things infinitely easier - but that takes away from the struggles that got them to this point. Will it always be like this going forward? Will they always know what not to do?
Another groan and Alaric slumps back in the chair.]
No sense putting too much thought into it right now, I suppose. We still need to figure out what caused that storm. There's more to worry about here than this.
[And as little as he likes it, it is useful to them.]
[Alaric is right, and honestly, Blanche is content to drop the subject at that. The last thing she wants to do is frustrate Alaric; they need to keep a clear head for whatever lies ahead of them.]
We do, yes. If we can find out what caused it, we can destroy it. And from there...perhaps we'll be able to fix the rest of this mess, and get the missing people back where they belong. In the homes of their loved ones, and away from whatever has taken them.
[It's firm. Determined in a way that Blanche knows they both need, right about now. Perhaps it was foolish of her to focus on this; everything else must have just been a horrible nightmare. These visions, obtrusive as they are, could prove the key to surviving.]
...Before I forget, however, give me your uniform. It looks silly right about now.
[They can drop the subject for now, at least, but give it here mister!!]
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[He considers it for a moment but then shakes his head.]
I know it isn't a bad thing. If it keeps you safe, it can never be a bad thing. But it's... frustrating, I suppose.
[There isn't really a way to explain how much he values his own agency and his own choices, or how proud he is of how far he's made it on his own power. If he'd always been able to predict the future like this it would have made things infinitely easier - but that takes away from the struggles that got them to this point. Will it always be like this going forward? Will they always know what not to do?
Another groan and Alaric slumps back in the chair.]
No sense putting too much thought into it right now, I suppose. We still need to figure out what caused that storm. There's more to worry about here than this.
[And as little as he likes it, it is useful to them.]
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We do, yes. If we can find out what caused it, we can destroy it. And from there...perhaps we'll be able to fix the rest of this mess, and get the missing people back where they belong. In the homes of their loved ones, and away from whatever has taken them.
[It's firm. Determined in a way that Blanche knows they both need, right about now. Perhaps it was foolish of her to focus on this; everything else must have just been a horrible nightmare. These visions, obtrusive as they are, could prove the key to surviving.]
...Before I forget, however, give me your uniform. It looks silly right about now.
[They can drop the subject for now, at least, but give it here mister!!]
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[Trying to figure out what's causing these visions is just going to distract them from what really matters.
That gets a scoff from him, but he's quick to remove the uniform jacket and pass it over.]
Don't remind me. That's almost more embarrassing than getting hurt in the first place.
[.........alaric's priorities are definitely in order...]