[Sorrel thinks a moment, trying to order his thoughts so that they are easily understood. It's all so simple when you're there, and you see how different the two sides are. How, as much as you want to know more about that strange other-world, it might want to know you better, too. Like lost twins, siblings separated by an impenetrable veil...
Dangerous thoughts.]
There's. Not really a difference between spirits and demons, the way Shemlen say there is. Just, some of them are curious, or hungry, or just want to explore, and sometimes some of them want it badly enough they'll do anything they can to get it. But say, for you... for most people... [He trails off, trying to explain it to himself, dissatisfied.] It's like, you've got to go over a wall, yeah? To get into the big house on the other side. But the wall is covered in thorns, and it's got all this slimy moss. It's hard to climb, and it's really tall so it'd be a lot of work. That's you, the big tall wall. You still touch the Fade, but it's harder to get ahold of you.
Then, there's someone like me. Mages. We're a bit of the wall with... holes, maybe? Windows? And nicely clean. Maybe more of a fence than a wall, so the Fade can see in and, when it does, that's what you'd call magic. It all comes from the Fade. So, when a spirit wants to see the world, it's not going to go after you, because you're a pain in the ass. It's going to come after me.
[That seems to make some sense. He picks his head up to look at Adasse, and in the dark he can just about make out the shape of him, a lighter shadow against the mottled grey of the pillow.]
So... it's safe, for you. Maybe less for me, but... well, it's always been that way before. So nothing's changed. Nothing to fret about, vhenan, you won't be turning up possessed on my watch.
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[Sorrel thinks a moment, trying to order his thoughts so that they are easily understood. It's all so simple when you're there, and you see how different the two sides are. How, as much as you want to know more about that strange other-world, it might want to know you better, too. Like lost twins, siblings separated by an impenetrable veil...
Dangerous thoughts.]
There's. Not really a difference between spirits and demons, the way Shemlen say there is. Just, some of them are curious, or hungry, or just want to explore, and sometimes some of them want it badly enough they'll do anything they can to get it. But say, for you... for most people... [He trails off, trying to explain it to himself, dissatisfied.] It's like, you've got to go over a wall, yeah? To get into the big house on the other side. But the wall is covered in thorns, and it's got all this slimy moss. It's hard to climb, and it's really tall so it'd be a lot of work. That's you, the big tall wall. You still touch the Fade, but it's harder to get ahold of you.
Then, there's someone like me. Mages. We're a bit of the wall with... holes, maybe? Windows? And nicely clean. Maybe more of a fence than a wall, so the Fade can see in and, when it does, that's what you'd call magic. It all comes from the Fade. So, when a spirit wants to see the world, it's not going to go after you, because you're a pain in the ass. It's going to come after me.
[That seems to make some sense. He picks his head up to look at Adasse, and in the dark he can just about make out the shape of him, a lighter shadow against the mottled grey of the pillow.]
So... it's safe, for you. Maybe less for me, but... well, it's always been that way before. So nothing's changed. Nothing to fret about, vhenan, you won't be turning up possessed on my watch.