[ ...... why are so many Savants like this. Why do so many of them have minds that feel like they're soaked in turpentine, or colder than the surface of the moon, or teeming with creatures his mind wants to keep an eye on but can't see in the overwhelming darkness — ]
What are you doing here?
[ There's no time to marvel at how uniquely unnerving this Savant is. Hearing his name, Raphael, he immediately remembers the man from the Oracle's maze. Between nearly attacking Fane and having to deal with Set and Voryn catching on to his deharmonized state, Link didn't have time to do much more than politely introduce himself. As Link starts to climb the stairs up to the balcony, Raphael's mental mix of the poetic and the inhuman starts to press up against the outer limits of the Hylian's mind, which is virtually motionless in comparison. It's more akin to a cold front, a bubble of dense cold air, in its stillness and resistance to pushback against Raphael's webs. ]
You shouldn't be here. Somebody might try something stupid.
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What are you doing here?
[ There's no time to marvel at how uniquely unnerving this Savant is. Hearing his name, Raphael, he immediately remembers the man from the Oracle's maze. Between nearly attacking Fane and having to deal with Set and Voryn catching on to his deharmonized state, Link didn't have time to do much more than politely introduce himself. As Link starts to climb the stairs up to the balcony, Raphael's mental mix of the poetic and the inhuman starts to press up against the outer limits of the Hylian's mind, which is virtually motionless in comparison. It's more akin to a cold front, a bubble of dense cold air, in its stillness and resistance to pushback against Raphael's webs. ]
You shouldn't be here. Somebody might try something stupid.