If the flesh could be hollowed out and restored, with function retained. I cannot fathom how it could be done with so devastating an injury as would be required, and how painful it would be. The risk of infection alone, even before considering the complexity of the structures, is immense.
( Herian looks to Cosima, and as unchanging as the affect of the Tranquil are, her pause might suggest a greater weight. )
If rifters are no longer themselves in their own world, but a separate being born of the Fade, then to disappear jeopardises your existence. Does your existence in Thedas hold so little joy that you consider yourself only in terms of your contribution to Rift Watch?
( Pot, this Kettle, Kettle, this is Pot, have fun, get to know each other )
[Her first reaction is genuine surprise, before it's tempered by the knowledge of why Herian might have heard it that way.]
...no, that's not what I'm saying at all.
[A small breath as she considers her next words.]
I don't want to die. And even though I came back, after the first time I vanished, most people don't. I think considering it a death is fair. But I don't think most of the people native to Thedas want to die either, especially. I assume that, for most of us opposing Corypheus, we believe that putting ourselves at some level of risk is worthwhile for the good it will do to the world as a whole.
Keeping my anchor is a risk I'm running, the same way people in Forces risk being killed by the Venatori or red templars. Not because we don't value our own lives, but because we're weighing them against what Corypheus could do to the world as a whole. My life is important, but so are the many people who would die or face oppression under Corypheus who aren't in a position to fight back.
I did not intend my question as a casting of judgement or expression of doubt. If it conveyed either, I would apologise. Further, I drew an extreme conclusion with insufficient evidence.
( It might merit a wry, self-aware smiles, before the severing. She does not smile, now, because the effect rarely seems to be correct. )
Thank you for explaining so precisely. I have difficulty following, and extrapolating without inclination to absolutes.
( Herian looks at her hands, the lines and creases starkly highlighted with clay, and back to Cosima. )
Perhaps I can still fight. Like you and others; not for lack of value in our lives, but for the significance of the common purpose.
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( Herian looks to Cosima, and as unchanging as the affect of the Tranquil are, her pause might suggest a greater weight. )
If rifters are no longer themselves in their own world, but a separate being born of the Fade, then to disappear jeopardises your existence. Does your existence in Thedas hold so little joy that you consider yourself only in terms of your contribution to Rift Watch?
( Pot, this Kettle, Kettle, this is Pot, have fun, get to know each other )
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...no, that's not what I'm saying at all.
[A small breath as she considers her next words.]
I don't want to die. And even though I came back, after the first time I vanished, most people don't. I think considering it a death is fair. But I don't think most of the people native to Thedas want to die either, especially. I assume that, for most of us opposing Corypheus, we believe that putting ourselves at some level of risk is worthwhile for the good it will do to the world as a whole.
Keeping my anchor is a risk I'm running, the same way people in Forces risk being killed by the Venatori or red templars. Not because we don't value our own lives, but because we're weighing them against what Corypheus could do to the world as a whole. My life is important, but so are the many people who would die or face oppression under Corypheus who aren't in a position to fight back.
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( It might merit a wry, self-aware smiles, before the severing. She does not smile, now, because the effect rarely seems to be correct. )
Thank you for explaining so precisely. I have difficulty following, and extrapolating without inclination to absolutes.
( Herian looks at her hands, the lines and creases starkly highlighted with clay, and back to Cosima. )
Perhaps I can still fight. Like you and others; not for lack of value in our lives, but for the significance of the common purpose.