my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
Finn nods, the movement almost imperceptible and likely lost in the darkness and the waves that they are both watching. Allowing her to speak with Remi and Ronin is a balm he doesn't expect to feel, and the involvement of gods - of Vi and Safrin - that soothes him further, calming nerves that he hasn't realised have begun to fray. The adrenaline of his departure from Stormbreak is beginning to wear off, leaving him drained, limbs heavy, thoughts beginning to fog.
Amalia speaks again - of the Climb, of the place where he began to unravel in earnest - and the Spyglass swallows hard, knowing it to be necessary but seeming nonetheless unsure of it. "I have water," he confirms, nodding to his briefcase where everything he needs has been stored. "Do you have enough to last you, as well? When you are ready to depart, perhaps we could meet in Halo."
Amalia speaks again - of the Climb, of the place where he began to unravel in earnest - and the Spyglass swallows hard, knowing it to be necessary but seeming nonetheless unsure of it. "I have water," he confirms, nodding to his briefcase where everything he needs has been stored. "Do you have enough to last you, as well? When you are ready to depart, perhaps we could meet in Halo."
FINN
