Most do not, I suspect. He understates it, I think because of how he has changed so much, he never even told me anything at all to begin with. Have you felt how he... he pulls, on the senses? That... rawness at times? Open. It feels like... like a grass field, after spring rain.
He is no lesser Spirit, as he often says, nor mortal born, turned to greater power to let him live so long.
When he was made those six thousand years ago, when in this place... earth? That they call it? When mankind was young, just beginning. He was a God, a King of them, in fact. He was the Sun, the Hills, the wheat and it's harvest and all manner of Golden things, as well as Gold itself.
There is a great deal more, of course, but that is simplest, and most of what his memory recalls after so long.
But since then, his people have forgotten him, he has been whittled away, and those gifts lost to him.
[ it's more to take in β more than what yennefer herself has an understanding of, to be sure, but that only means she sits in quiet contemplation as gilia speaks, letting the other woman's words sink in.
still, she can't ignore their impact β or what they bring to mind, especially given her own entanglements with him. that power that had drawn on her from the beginning, even amidst the confusing memories that gave them a family, the ones that were revealed to have been a cruel product of the void.
she's not convinced that it would be as simple as letting her interfere with his power, but that doesn't mean she won't ask more questions. ]
The gifts you speak of... are they here, in this realm? Simply unavailable for him to repossess? Or are they unique to his world alone?
I am unsure. Some I think might have been... tied to the land he was from, and now being gone from it...
[ She wets her lips slowly. ]
Others I have noticed... he can take a wound, and then be well of it, only a but a day later. [ A hum. ] Certainly his strength... and I've noticed he is very quick and clever with his hands to fine skills, even when I know men of his height often find them tedious.
... It made me think that... that some of it is still there, but that it has become... dormant. Either by time and by seperation. It greaves him, much, though he does not say it like that. I cannot imagine it, to be once something so strong, and laid so low by things so beyond yourself.
Depending on its origins, some of it... may be irretrievable, from where we are. Especially while none of us is easily able to return to our respective spheres.
[ and it seems important for her to stress that point, so that gilia doesn't get her hopes up about the possibility of success. ]
And whatever skills we have that make us more equipped to discover a way home β [ like yennefer's own portals, for instance. ] β may have been intentionally blocked. It could be that the same holds true for the full breadth of power Sweeney would naturally possess. That this place, which is keeping many of our abilities in check, has had a similar effect on him.
It's possible, then, that this is where chaos may be able to accomplish the rest.
[ so much of her power is derived from transference, from drawing on what can be accessed through the elements and then utilizing it for a certain purpose, all while maintaining that balance. ]
But I wouldn't know for certain if I could succeed without connecting with the power myself.
I asked Doctor Strange and Lady Maximoff as well, I believe that between my raw... power, and your transference and their.... ability to manipulate reality and anchoring it - we might have the best chance of success.
[ Even if this is dangerous, and if this is reckless and - ]
I know it is dangerous. Especially here, with the land so.... so sick.
That is exactly my concern. I am not sure at all what might work in this. With all of us so very different. I certainly have the raw essence enough, certainly, but the other parts are beyond me.
... Not only is it cruel to hear a Spirit brought so long by the fickle cruel nature of man. This, for that reason alone, I would do a dozen times. Such as I have been taught, such as I have always believed, all the world is made better by our kindness.
[ She wets her lips. ]
I love him. Most dearly, and from the first day I ever met him, he has been kind to me beyond words. We have been... been much to each other. He has supported me in everything, and even when we could not meet the same, he has been patient, he has understood, he has been kind.
He is remarkably understanding of... certain limitations.
[ the deeper truth of the matter is that sweeney would likely sooner apologize to them for not being able to succeed, rather than take issue with their failure. she's spent enough time in his company to recognize that to be the likely outcome.
hearing that particular sentiment from someone else, though, causes her to fall silent for a moment, reflecting on her own feelings. it would be unfair to call them anything close to love, but they do have significance. she'd be foolish to deny it. ]
But you're right. [ her voice is a bit firmer now, after that pause. ] Better to discover what we can potentially achieve on our own before seeking his involvement.
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... Sweeney. Specifically, that he is not as he should be. Much... much has been taken from him.
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it changes things. namely, her willingness to even so much as attempt it. ]
Where is it now? What he lacks?
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Has he told you what he is - what he truly is?
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He is no lesser Spirit, as he often says, nor mortal born, turned to greater power to let him live so long.
When he was made those six thousand years ago, when in this place... earth? That they call it? When mankind was young, just beginning. He was a God, a King of them, in fact. He was the Sun, the Hills, the wheat and it's harvest and all manner of Golden things, as well as Gold itself.
There is a great deal more, of course, but that is simplest, and most of what his memory recalls after so long.
But since then, his people have forgotten him, he has been whittled away, and those gifts lost to him.
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still, she can't ignore their impact β or what they bring to mind, especially given her own entanglements with him. that power that had drawn on her from the beginning, even amidst the confusing memories that gave them a family, the ones that were revealed to have been a cruel product of the void.
she's not convinced that it would be as simple as letting her interfere with his power, but that doesn't mean she won't ask more questions. ]
The gifts you speak of... are they here, in this realm? Simply unavailable for him to repossess? Or are they unique to his world alone?
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[ She wets her lips slowly. ]
Others I have noticed... he can take a wound, and then be well of it, only a but a day later. [ A hum. ] Certainly his strength... and I've noticed he is very quick and clever with his hands to fine skills, even when I know men of his height often find them tedious.
... It made me think that... that some of it is still there, but that it has become... dormant. Either by time and by seperation. It greaves him, much, though he does not say it like that. I cannot imagine it, to be once something so strong, and laid so low by things so beyond yourself.
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[ and it seems important for her to stress that point, so that gilia doesn't get her hopes up about the possibility of success. ]
And whatever skills we have that make us more equipped to discover a way home β [ like yennefer's own portals, for instance. ] β may have been intentionally blocked. It could be that the same holds true for the full breadth of power Sweeney would naturally possess. That this place, which is keeping many of our abilities in check, has had a similar effect on him.
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[ Probably a good thing, proooobably. ]
He is tied to nature, there is that especially - and that is where I think... I think I might be able to help.
But I could not do it myself, I can draw forth the power, my holy-father, is amongst other things, a force of creation, of life itself,
Only... to gift and mould it to another... is not something I can do myself.
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[ so much of her power is derived from transference, from drawing on what can be accessed through the elements and then utilizing it for a certain purpose, all while maintaining that balance. ]
But I wouldn't know for certain if I could succeed without connecting with the power myself.
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[ Even if this is dangerous, and if this is reckless and - ]
I know it is dangerous. Especially here, with the land so.... so sick.
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[ not that this offers any clarity for her on how they'll be able to accomplish this. ]
I confess to not exactly knowing whether my power will be able to merge with theirs. But that doesn't mean it isn't worthy of the attempt.
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I have not brought it up to Sweeney yet, itself, you see. I do not want to get his hopes up if it turns out, it all comes to nothing.
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[ perhaps it's better she doesn't get her hopes up along with. ]
If I may ask, though, why do you feel compelled to help him, in particular?
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[ She wets her lips. ]
I love him. Most dearly, and from the first day I ever met him, he has been kind to me beyond words. We have been... been much to each other. He has supported me in everything, and even when we could not meet the same, he has been patient, he has understood, he has been kind.
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[ the deeper truth of the matter is that sweeney would likely sooner apologize to them for not being able to succeed, rather than take issue with their failure. she's spent enough time in his company to recognize that to be the likely outcome.
hearing that particular sentiment from someone else, though, causes her to fall silent for a moment, reflecting on her own feelings. it would be unfair to call them anything close to love, but they do have significance. she'd be foolish to deny it. ]
But you're right. [ her voice is a bit firmer now, after that pause. ] Better to discover what we can potentially achieve on our own before seeking his involvement.