[ Bastien nods, a faint twitch of the head. Serious. Attentive.
He's never known anyone who's been infected with the Blight. But that's their equivalence, in stories—the irreversible, mind-destroying disease. Sometimes people are put out of their misery, sometimes they come back as ghouls intent on destroying their friends. Sometimes the Wardens swoop in with a happy ending. Or at least a mysterious one.
He's not here to argue that Tav is different. He's still not convinced they shouldn't kill him, himself. ]
How long would it take? Between when they knew and when they were gone.
mea culpa
He's never known anyone who's been infected with the Blight. But that's their equivalence, in stories—the irreversible, mind-destroying disease. Sometimes people are put out of their misery, sometimes they come back as ghouls intent on destroying their friends. Sometimes the Wardens swoop in with a happy ending. Or at least a mysterious one.
He's not here to argue that Tav is different. He's still not convinced they shouldn't kill him, himself. ]
How long would it take? Between when they knew and when they were gone.