Those are your- [ but then it stops him, because as soon as he gives himself that half-second to think about it, the possibility is suddenly possible. they looked just enough like inej, the way they spoke to her, the way they looked at him. but that wasn't possible. him, them being here. he's trying to find the thread between it all, the way that this could all come together, but it just...doesn't.
unless none of this is real.
the thought settles in his chest, calming that panic that had slowly been rising. that witch- she called this some kind of void. to be careful about what they saw. that it would show them terrible things. kaz's eyes scan around the room, trying to find some kind of...something. when he turns back, inej's back is to him, her hands on the table in front of the mirror, which means he has just enough of a vantage point to see that her eyes are closed. to see the practiced way she is breathing.
none of this is real.
the thought brings him just enough comfort to settle his shoulders, his chest. he watches the mirror as she speaks, waiting to see if she'll look up with her answer. ]
What happens at nightfall?
[ because inej knows this place. because those were her parents, she is in the matching silks, this room looks like it could even be her's. he's trying to put together pieces of a story he hasn't been told, but he has a feeling he could possibly know. he knows how inej came to ketterdam, how she arrived at the menagerie. how, or why, they are here is still a mystery, but he thinks he could possibly understand. ]
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unless none of this is real.
the thought settles in his chest, calming that panic that had slowly been rising. that witch- she called this some kind of void. to be careful about what they saw. that it would show them terrible things. kaz's eyes scan around the room, trying to find some kind of...something. when he turns back, inej's back is to him, her hands on the table in front of the mirror, which means he has just enough of a vantage point to see that her eyes are closed. to see the practiced way she is breathing.
none of this is real.
the thought brings him just enough comfort to settle his shoulders, his chest. he watches the mirror as she speaks, waiting to see if she'll look up with her answer. ]
What happens at nightfall?
[ because inej knows this place. because those were her parents, she is in the matching silks, this room looks like it could even be her's. he's trying to put together pieces of a story he hasn't been told, but he has a feeling he could possibly know. he knows how inej came to ketterdam, how she arrived at the menagerie. how, or why, they are here is still a mystery, but he thinks he could possibly understand. ]
Where are we?