[Her expression clears a little. It's still a heavy and important subject, but this is something she can hold onto. She'd expected it to be something way beyond her understanding, and possibly the details still are, but she can understand what the device is for now in a fairly intuitive way. It's a more advanced version of something, for her, that already exists.]
OK. Huh. Well, I don't want to mess with it if it's working but ... best guess. Sometimes when rifters come through the Fade, they get -- oh, hey, wait.
[She gets up and retrieves her iPhone from one of the drawers in her dresser. She sets it on the table and taps the screen. It doesn't light up or appear to respond in any way, except that it starts playing "The Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor.]
[ he cants his head, but waits patiently as asked, much as he watches her curiously. the iphone is something both familiar and unfamiliar — not tech he specifically recognizes, but more like home than anything local to thedas. the shape and size reminds him of hand terminals, just rudimentary. ]
Huh.
[ he sits up so that he can lean closer to the table, eyebrows furrowed, as he looks at the device. the fact that it can still play pre-recorded music is much more than he would've expected. ]
That came with you from home?
[ a rhetorical question, really. of course it did. ]
At home it does a lot more than that: voice calls, data access, notes, photographs, all kinds of stuff. I kind of expected it to just be bricked when I got here but no, now it's a Shuffle throwback.
[She taps the screen again and it switches to a Bjork song.]
Obviously the stakes are way lower, but my theory is that the Fade is building the things we had on us when we dreamed, right? And things that don't have an analogue in Thedas ... sometimes we just get what the thing was physically like, but sometimes there's an impression of what it's for. Your port is critical to you being alive, so maybe there was a stronger sense of purpose for the Fade to work with. But this is ... it's way beyond my research, this is pure hypothesis, you know?
[ he nods as he listens, offers to the explanation of the device, ]
We have something like it at home.
[ he hadn't dreamed himself with his hand terminal, and so his hadn't arrived here with him. funny to think he might've had his music library, at least, if so. (not that he can fault cosima's taste in music.)
there's something a little creepy about the idea of the fade building things, making approximations of their belongings. mostly because of how it reminds him of the protomolecule, shredding spaceships and humans and their minds alike, carefully, to reconfigure and use them as building blocks. he'd put his theory of them being one and the same a long time ago, but the comparison right now is undeniable.
what he says aloud, though, is, ] Well, I appreciate the Fade trying to keep me alive.
[ then, more seriously, looking from the iphone to her, ]
I do know. But I think you might be onto something. It makes more sense than anything else I can think of.
The good news, such as it is, is that I've never heard of a Rifter dying of a condition they brought with them. I mean, I'm not saying it's impossible, we're a statistically insignificant sample size, but even so. I probably came closer than most, but in the absence of gene therapy, spirit healing kept me stable and mostly on my feet. I don't have a lot of good evidence that the Fade is capable of wanting anything in the way we mean it, but it seems like whatever mechanism brings us here tries to equip us as best it can.
I haven't heard that exact theory before, but it's ... interesting. It would explain some things, though. How sometimes clusters of people from the same place come through, or how sometimes you seem to have trends for certain skill sets. From what I heard, none of us started showing up until the Herald got killed. Maybe we're an elaborate plan B.
Wait, was that when there were all the wild dreams? That was right before I came back, I think. I missed that the Herald was there, though. How... was that?
Useful, if delivered in a traumatizing way. Though that seems pretty par for the course, in Thedas. No one's ever just like "I wanted to help, so here's that thing you needed."
[Alas.]
What were they like? The dreams. As long as you want to say, you don't have to.
It'd be a nice change of pace if it ever happened.
[ mused. but he's quiet a long moment after her question, then says, ]
Shitty, mostly. I heard some of the locals had a dream where the Herald hadn't died, but I didn't see much of that one, just the one where Corypheus won.
Not sad I missed that, honestly. I got a taste of that last time, you know. It wasn't dreams, it was ... wait, I honestly don't know if this is classified anymore, sorry. I'm not sure that matters now, but I guess I shouldn't make that call without checking. But, uh, it was a similar experience. But it also did get us some intel. It's the reason we expanded to Kirkwall, when we were still part of the Inquisition.
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OK. Huh. Well, I don't want to mess with it if it's working but ... best guess. Sometimes when rifters come through the Fade, they get -- oh, hey, wait.
[She gets up and retrieves her iPhone from one of the drawers in her dresser. She sets it on the table and taps the screen. It doesn't light up or appear to respond in any way, except that it starts playing "The Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor.]
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Huh.
[ he sits up so that he can lean closer to the table, eyebrows furrowed, as he looks at the device. the fact that it can still play pre-recorded music is much more than he would've expected. ]
That came with you from home?
[ a rhetorical question, really. of course it did. ]
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At home it does a lot more than that: voice calls, data access, notes, photographs, all kinds of stuff. I kind of expected it to just be bricked when I got here but no, now it's a Shuffle throwback.
[She taps the screen again and it switches to a Bjork song.]
Obviously the stakes are way lower, but my theory is that the Fade is building the things we had on us when we dreamed, right? And things that don't have an analogue in Thedas ... sometimes we just get what the thing was physically like, but sometimes there's an impression of what it's for. Your port is critical to you being alive, so maybe there was a stronger sense of purpose for the Fade to work with. But this is ... it's way beyond my research, this is pure hypothesis, you know?
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We have something like it at home.
[ he hadn't dreamed himself with his hand terminal, and so his hadn't arrived here with him. funny to think he might've had his music library, at least, if so. (not that he can fault cosima's taste in music.)
there's something a little creepy about the idea of the fade building things, making approximations of their belongings. mostly because of how it reminds him of the protomolecule, shredding spaceships and humans and their minds alike, carefully, to reconfigure and use them as building blocks. he'd put his theory of them being one and the same a long time ago, but the comparison right now is undeniable.
what he says aloud, though, is, ] Well, I appreciate the Fade trying to keep me alive.
[ then, more seriously, looking from the iphone to her, ]
I do know. But I think you might be onto something. It makes more sense than anything else I can think of.
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Amos had a theory he told me once. He thought the Fade was bringing us here — and creating anchor-bearers — because it was trying to fix itself.
[ equipping rifters, such as it does, doesn't seem incompatible with that idea. ]
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[She takes a sip of wine.]
I haven't heard that exact theory before, but it's ... interesting. It would explain some things, though. How sometimes clusters of people from the same place come through, or how sometimes you seem to have trends for certain skill sets. From what I heard, none of us started showing up until the Herald got killed. Maybe we're an elaborate plan B.
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God, the Herald, [ he says instead, into a bigger swallow of wine. ] Did anyone tell you we met her ghost at the start of the year?
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[ i am sorry that you — so many of you — have suffered. that was not my wish. ]
She talked to us to make sure we understood the whole point of them.
[ if he sounds a little salty, well. still feels a bit like she could've done that in the first place. ]
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[ he says, shrugs. ]
I don't think anyone knew about them before. Now we know that if they fall into Venatori hands, we're fucked.
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[Alas.]
What were they like? The dreams. As long as you want to say, you don't have to.
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[ mused. but he's quiet a long moment after her question, then says, ]
Shitty, mostly. I heard some of the locals had a dream where the Herald hadn't died, but I didn't see much of that one, just the one where Corypheus won.
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What are the odds this just happens every five years or so?
[ twice(ish?) isn't a pattern, exactly. but it's not nothing. ]
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Shit, man, better start the countdown.
...the good news is that would mean Corypheus is always a minimum of five years away from winning, so.
sticks a bow on this, y/n?
I don't mind those odds.