She is glancingly familiar. Vanya Orlov's long recovery had been instructive, in that lyrium was not something picked up and put down without some effort.
"If there is one," allows for some denial.
He doesn't have to speak of this to her. He may well leave. She has prepared herself for that possibility.
Confirmation taken in stride, along the way to this question put to him again:
"Can you explain it to me? As much as you feel comfortable speaking of?"
What she has is the knowledge of what weaning off lyrium looked like. But what is it to continue using it? What had Vanya Orlov avoided, in the process of laying down the power it gave him?
"Well, it's expensive," is not what she means. He knows it's not what she means. But nonetheless. "If you aren't getting it from the Chantry."
Novel, that getting it from the Chantry or not is even a question. But even if they go to the dwarves for it themselves, the dwarves are hardly giving it away cheap.
"And eventually you lose your memories and all the other parts of your mind. You mix things up—the past and the present. What you've dreamed and what you've seen. Dementia. Same stuff mostly can happen to anyone, you get old enough, but for us it's certain. And sooner."
Stating facts. He doesn't sound frightened or regretful.
no subject
She is glancingly familiar. Vanya Orlov's long recovery had been instructive, in that lyrium was not something picked up and put down without some effort.
"If there is one," allows for some denial.
He doesn't have to speak of this to her. He may well leave. She has prepared herself for that possibility.
no subject
"Of course there is," he says. "Otherwise everyone would use it."
no subject
"Can you explain it to me? As much as you feel comfortable speaking of?"
What she has is the knowledge of what weaning off lyrium looked like. But what is it to continue using it? What had Vanya Orlov avoided, in the process of laying down the power it gave him?
no subject
Novel, that getting it from the Chantry or not is even a question. But even if they go to the dwarves for it themselves, the dwarves are hardly giving it away cheap.
"And eventually you lose your memories and all the other parts of your mind. You mix things up—the past and the present. What you've dreamed and what you've seen. Dementia. Same stuff mostly can happen to anyone, you get old enough, but for us it's certain. And sooner."
Stating facts. He doesn't sound frightened or regretful.