Joanna nods at the instruction, but doesn't immediately answer - it's not deflection, she really is fine. Her jacket is a bit torn and splattered in blood, but it's not her own - just the monsters'.
The others might have gotten something... but she'll need a few minutes to remember, the end of that fight is a blur. And besides, bringing up someone else's scrapes may be a good way to divert Garrot from something she doesn't want to talk about, if things veer off anywhere.
"I suppose... Perhaps the Wizard wasn't really dead. Dying and reviving every year is a little less plausible than... playing dead when we'd done well enough. That makes sense, doesn't it?"
It does for her, and not as a freshly alarming thought. She's lived with a certain fatalistic acceptance of the Wizard's impossible power, that the whole contest is a way of testing if the world deserves to go on going... and that their hope for survival is in pleasing the Wizard enough to spare them, not in truly defeating her.
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The others might have gotten something... but she'll need a few minutes to remember, the end of that fight is a blur. And besides, bringing up someone else's scrapes may be a good way to divert Garrot from something she doesn't want to talk about, if things veer off anywhere.
"I suppose... Perhaps the Wizard wasn't really dead. Dying and reviving every year is a little less plausible than... playing dead when we'd done well enough. That makes sense, doesn't it?"
It does for her, and not as a freshly alarming thought. She's lived with a certain fatalistic acceptance of the Wizard's impossible power, that the whole contest is a way of testing if the world deserves to go on going... and that their hope for survival is in pleasing the Wizard enough to spare them, not in truly defeating her.