"Suppose so," Will said doubtfully. "Maybe best to focus on playing the game for now." Since they still did not know what the consequences might be for losing. From the looks of the cage, and the way the square had fallen earlier, he did not think that this was a game they could afford to lose.
He listens to the discussion of this Doctor of their's age with interest. He wouldn't be the oldest person Will had met. Merriman was older, as was the Lady. And many of the Lords and Ladies of the Wild Magic. But Will found himself becoming curious to speak to such a person.
Will just stares at Bad Wolf in a bemused manner as she sticks her tongue out at him. "You sound like some of my sisters."
He frowns solemnly. "It isn't a secret. Not really. It is more that-" He pauses for a moment to get his thoughts in order. "We are more than half forgotten, my kind. Most people think that the Old Ones of the Light were only a folktale, a story to tell children. And it is not always a kind thing, to tell people that the world is not quite as they always believed it to be."
Some could accept it, but some could not. And Will had seen the pain and confusion that could cause for himself. It had hurt him deeply, to see so much fear of him in a familiar face.
He shrugs, pushing the memory away.
"As for time travel, the answer is simple. I am not properly a part of time. Or perhaps you would say that I exist outside of it or that I am held only loosely to it or that I belong to the Circle and not the Track. All, at the same time."
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He listens to the discussion of this Doctor of their's age with interest. He wouldn't be the oldest person Will had met. Merriman was older, as was the Lady. And many of the Lords and Ladies of the Wild Magic. But Will found himself becoming curious to speak to such a person.
Will just stares at Bad Wolf in a bemused manner as she sticks her tongue out at him. "You sound like some of my sisters."
He frowns solemnly. "It isn't a secret. Not really. It is more that-" He pauses for a moment to get his thoughts in order. "We are more than half forgotten, my kind. Most people think that the Old Ones of the Light were only a folktale, a story to tell children. And it is not always a kind thing, to tell people that the world is not quite as they always believed it to be."
Some could accept it, but some could not. And Will had seen the pain and confusion that could cause for himself. It had hurt him deeply, to see so much fear of him in a familiar face.
He shrugs, pushing the memory away.
"As for time travel, the answer is simple. I am not properly a part of time. Or perhaps you would say that I exist outside of it or that I am held only loosely to it or that I belong to the Circle and not the Track. All, at the same time."