"I think you're right." He'd figured it was a problem with himself, anyways. He'd thought time away from it would have given him clarity to think on it, while also a chance to deal with his problems without it being a liability, but unfortunately that had left him with more questions than answers, and... well. Childe was right back where he'd started.
She was right, this was definitely not Snezhnaya. Not nearly cold enough. He frowns, he doesn't want to think his memories could be wrong, especially when they felt so... It was all so recent.
"I... don't think our memories are wrong." The fatuus says, covering his mouth with his hand, deep in thought. "If this is Teyvat, it's not a place I've seen or heard of."
Childe was probably-- no, was-- the most travelled of the Harbingers. He'd set foot in most of the furthest regions from Snezhnaya. He'd been in weird domains, in the Primordial Sea, within an archon's sacred grounds, even within the Abyss itself, and yet... had found nothing quite like this, full of strange plants he didn't recognize, and insects that weren't very interested in biting him.
The storm almost reminds him of when he called Osial to drown Liyue, but instead of it being a sealed god's anger, this was just. One hell of a storm raging outside. The thought enters his head again, of using Foul Legacy to tear through the floors and ceiling and force this place to start giving him answers.
He sets that thought on a very high shelf, deciding it was too risky right now-- He'd be useless if anything really dangerous happened.
"I've also met some... Weird people. Not from Teyvat, I think, but they also don't seem to be from similar places themselves."
Alastor and Casper really didn't seem to have anything in common. In fact, Furina was about the only person he met that he'd reasonably even know of.
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She was right, this was definitely not Snezhnaya. Not nearly cold enough. He frowns, he doesn't want to think his memories could be wrong, especially when they felt so... It was all so recent.
"I... don't think our memories are wrong." The fatuus says, covering his mouth with his hand, deep in thought. "If this is Teyvat, it's not a place I've seen or heard of."
Childe was probably-- no, was-- the most travelled of the Harbingers. He'd set foot in most of the furthest regions from Snezhnaya. He'd been in weird domains, in the Primordial Sea, within an archon's sacred grounds, even within the Abyss itself, and yet... had found nothing quite like this, full of strange plants he didn't recognize, and insects that weren't very interested in biting him.
The storm almost reminds him of when he called Osial to drown Liyue, but instead of it being a sealed god's anger, this was just. One hell of a storm raging outside. The thought enters his head again, of using Foul Legacy to tear through the floors and ceiling and force this place to start giving him answers.
He sets that thought on a very high shelf, deciding it was too risky right now-- He'd be useless if anything really dangerous happened.
"I've also met some... Weird people. Not from Teyvat, I think, but they also don't seem to be from similar places themselves."
Alastor and Casper really didn't seem to have anything in common. In fact, Furina was about the only person he met that he'd reasonably even know of.