Truthfully, Reave’s imaginings of the future are far too often brief and incomplete. It is a hard thing to imagine when one is young. The possibilities stretch endlessly even as the whims and foibles of most remain a mystery. Though he is learning with each and every day that passes, he has never tried too hard to guess what others would do.
Which is why, in so many ways, her question gives him pause. His observations of the strange creatures now inhabiting this land have been rooted so firmly in the present that he is hard pressed to extrapolate his knowledge into something more theoretical than guessing at their purpose.
He is silent for several long breaths, a frown pulling at his lips as his gaze trails thoughtfully along the trees. And as his thoughts progress, the frown deepens. He can feel the uncertainty and fear reflecting even as he comes to an uncomfortable understanding.
“I’m not certain they intend for us to be around for that long,” he finally responds, the words slowly spoken and overlain with a certain dread. Reave cannot possibly know the future of course, but he can think of little else that makes sense. He can’t imagine the beasts would wish to see their patience and perseverance rewarded with an eventual shuffle into near irrelevance.
His thoughts filter rapidly, his emotions as clear on his red and white features as they are floating in the air around everyone he meets. After another moment, he asks suddenly, “The creatures, when you encountered them, did they… say anything?”
Though to her it may seem a sudden turn, to Reave, it weighs heavily. Despite his many talents, he has not yet grown skilled enough to discern what conversations might be occurring in the visions he spies upon. And with the fleeting, ephemeral nature of emotional memory, such details have proven very difficult to pin down. Details, as it turns out, that may be important.
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@[Mazikeen]