Hearing Maea admit to not knowing everything was a little more reassuring than the information had been, as strange as that was. The pale woman had come off as mysteriously knowledgeable, especially to the distraught Rance. A bit fallibility made her a bit less like an ancient Sidhe and a bit more mortal.
Less reassuring was the fact that all known attempts at leaving Caido had failed. However, if those like him were essentially creatures of this world and not their own, would it be right for them to return to a realm that was no longer their home? Even as that thought began to occur to Rance, he pushed it away, burying it in the corner of his mind to be considered later. Likely while deep in the cups of whatever this world had to offer for alcohol.
The knowledge that he was far from alone at least gave him a flicker of hope. Perhaps his next step would be to find some of them? Regardless, he dragged his hands from his face as Maea continued — leaving behind a few streaks, as his fingers hadn’t exactly been clean when he sank his head into his hands — and crossed his arms instead. “I take it this isn’t the Hollowed Grounds?” His rough voice was tired, expression still unhappy, resignation having overtaken the flash-in-the-pan impotent rage. “And a falling ‘barrier’ sounds ominous.” Not that it was immediately effecting him, except perhaps that he appeared in these woods instead of elsewhere.
Less reassuring was the fact that all known attempts at leaving Caido had failed. However, if those like him were essentially creatures of this world and not their own, would it be right for them to return to a realm that was no longer their home? Even as that thought began to occur to Rance, he pushed it away, burying it in the corner of his mind to be considered later. Likely while deep in the cups of whatever this world had to offer for alcohol.
The knowledge that he was far from alone at least gave him a flicker of hope. Perhaps his next step would be to find some of them? Regardless, he dragged his hands from his face as Maea continued — leaving behind a few streaks, as his fingers hadn’t exactly been clean when he sank his head into his hands — and crossed his arms instead. “I take it this isn’t the Hollowed Grounds?” His rough voice was tired, expression still unhappy, resignation having overtaken the flash-in-the-pan impotent rage. “And a falling ‘barrier’ sounds ominous.” Not that it was immediately effecting him, except perhaps that he appeared in these woods instead of elsewhere.
