"Is everyone's reality kind of fucked?" It seems that way. Demons. Zombies. Purple skinned zealots snapping out the universe, vampires and monsters and clones and wendigos-
He keeps on after muttering that for a few steps before Dorian's stillness registers and-
Well.
Shit.
"No idea. It's not just magic- Super Soldiers don't heal, can't hit as hard as they used to. Plant men can't regenerate. A friend of mine that can normally transform into a giant green rage monster is alone in his skin for the first time in well over a decade- this place just...puts a stopper on what makes us more than an arbitrary point of human, or human adjacent. I haven't figured out the how, I'm still working on making sure everyone's got what they need to keep from freezing when winter rolls around." A beat. "Aim for the bushes."
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He keeps on after muttering that for a few steps before Dorian's stillness registers and-
Well.
Shit.
"No idea. It's not just magic- Super Soldiers don't heal, can't hit as hard as they used to. Plant men can't regenerate. A friend of mine that can normally transform into a giant green rage monster is alone in his skin for the first time in well over a decade- this place just...puts a stopper on what makes us more than an arbitrary point of human, or human adjacent. I haven't figured out the how, I'm still working on making sure everyone's got what they need to keep from freezing when winter rolls around." A beat. "Aim for the bushes."