He does? Hm! I honestly have no idea, I always assumed he shared my last name. I suppose he decided I was a terrible father - which is probably true, considering how I never got the chance to meet him - and adopted his mother’s maiden name. You should probably ask Philip, not me, if you want more details.
No grampa, a female tuurngait! Sheesh!
Right, right, of course, a female Tuurngait in that world who happens to be male here, that’s right.
Ah, you’re right, that is a completely logical answer.
But on the other hand, this alternate timeline/universe talk is a little bewildering, so I’ll just stop thinking about that. My son simply has a child with a male Tuurngait, that’s all, nothing to it..
I feel so old.
Oh, uh, hello, young lady..?
When did I get a granddaughter?
Hmm, I suppose.. I’d have to treat him the same as I would treat the men who have also had this happen to them. I hate to say it, but if that were to happen, Philip would most likely hunger for death - which means one would have to keep him in captivity. As of yet there’s been no way to deal with this kind of insanity combined with the Tuurngait, but even in this room I’ve still been studying. I hope I’ll manage to help the people who have become like savage animals, especially my son were it to happen to him. I would be devastated at the sight of Philip acting like so, but I suppose it would be marginally better than seeing him like those who could not beat themselves in their own mind.
Well, obviously I would be worried, but you’d have to give me more information as to what kind of insane he would be for me to be able to say more. For example, if he was - hypothetically - delusional, what would it be like? Would it be aural or visual? Or does he simply believe things that aren’t true? Or perhaps you’re referring to something else, such as Dissocative Identity Disorder? If that were the case, I’d wish to know what happened for such a thing to occur to him, how many alters he would have and what they were like. So you see, to ask about my reaction, you need to be more specific than simply ‘insane’, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to say anything with certainty for that part. I’d still give him that cure I’ve been developing to rid him of the Tuurngait, however.
It’s fine in moderation, in fact I’m rather partial to Pinot Noir personally. All the meetings at the Archaic used to have alcohol of one form or another, and it is rather amusing watching normally reserved people leap up onto tables and sing the national anthem.
(I apologise for how long this answer took, originally it was going to have a picture, but after a series of issues with my laptop I gave up, I hope you don’t mind a text-only reply.)
It was rather simple, really. I was essentially the leader of the group that was trying to decipher what the artefacts and other such things we found said. We had to find what each symbol meant, but once we got the general idea down, we breezed through the others. My title isn’t ‘Chief Translator’ for nothing.
I’m not sure how to answer that.