[Wow, she's been catapulted into the future. Mari considers this information for a while, staring blankly at the talking box. Then her face sort of falls in on itself like a collapsing house and her knees fold. She hits the ground with a whump and remains still. If she's four hundred years in the future, everyone she knows is dead.
Her face soon goes back to normal. Tobias and Silence are dead, she can live with that. Moirine's death, Marijke's, those...she can't think about them right now. Even if they both hate her, the thought of them gone leaves her feeling hollow.]
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Her face soon goes back to normal. Tobias and Silence are dead, she can live with that. Moirine's death, Marijke's, those...she can't think about them right now. Even if they both hate her, the thought of them gone leaves her feeling hollow.]
Right. Sixteen hundreds.