I see we're both crazy
“Both,” he offers decisively. “I don’t doubt that Ludo’s chosen is somewhat, actually, broken.” Falke makes a face, that term very much disliked. “How and to what degree is entirely unknown, though. The Outlander demigods… their minds are probably unlike anything we’ve ever seen before. Entire lives lived outside Caido, and then to be sucked into our world and ultimately chosen by a God, here?” Gods, his eyebrows would leap off his head and on to the ceiling, if they could, screaming that he is not envious of their positions.
Putting his glasses on, Falke goes to read something he wrote a few days ago, and then stops, looking back at October. “Would you feel comfortable going to Torchline to find out more about this man? I don’t think we can rely entirely on Finn for objective research.” He’s too close now. And he might have insights on the demigod, but they might be colored or skewed.. “I can ask Cian when I speak to him.”
It would be a good choice all around, he thinks. She can get some outside experience, he doesn’t have to walk on the sand, and the demigods can see that they aren’t just a bunch of men in a mysterious little cult. And he trusts her work, her eye, her ability to make decisions. After all, he trained her.
Putting his glasses on, Falke goes to read something he wrote a few days ago, and then stops, looking back at October. “Would you feel comfortable going to Torchline to find out more about this man? I don’t think we can rely entirely on Finn for objective research.” He’s too close now. And he might have insights on the demigod, but they might be colored or skewed.. “I can ask Cian when I speak to him.”
It would be a good choice all around, he thinks. She can get some outside experience, he doesn’t have to walk on the sand, and the demigods can see that they aren’t just a bunch of men in a mysterious little cult. And he trusts her work, her eye, her ability to make decisions. After all, he trained her.
that's alright with me
come with me and let yourself go
FALKE
