"Huh? But it's never worked like that when the Ringmaster... eats other fae..."
Papyrus trails off, squinting with concern towards the Ringmaster as though she's about to start springing their past foes out of her head. And then he remembers; the Ringmaster's not just a fae - she's a miracle, too, one whose powers of change might give her an edge when it comes to things like consuming others' powers.
Maybe there was a reason Ignatius sounded so incredulous at the idea, before.
He focuses on the Winter Queen, on her soul. Monster magic has so much to do with souls - one of his favorite techniques targets it - and the new powers in him go far further. And it gives him some insight; like Childermass says, the Winter Queen's soul is a contradictory, jangling mess. As though someone divided her, just as many of them had divded in Shabon, then crushed the pieces back together unwillingly.
"She... does feel pretty messed up," he finally concludes.
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Papyrus trails off, squinting with concern towards the Ringmaster as though she's about to start springing their past foes out of her head. And then he remembers; the Ringmaster's not just a fae - she's a miracle, too, one whose powers of change might give her an edge when it comes to things like consuming others' powers.
Maybe there was a reason Ignatius sounded so incredulous at the idea, before.
He focuses on the Winter Queen, on her soul. Monster magic has so much to do with souls - one of his favorite techniques targets it - and the new powers in him go far further. And it gives him some insight; like Childermass says, the Winter Queen's soul is a contradictory, jangling mess. As though someone divided her, just as many of them had divded in Shabon, then crushed the pieces back together unwillingly.
"She... does feel pretty messed up," he finally concludes.