FINN
and into the forest i go,
Finn does see - and it feels almost as though blinkers have been drawn away from his eyes now, though he still hasn't quite made sense of what they are showing him. He watches Cian knock back his drink, watches the glow of his cigarette, watches the world around him move and adjust itself, waitresses and patrons dancing a dance of etiquette that they currently play no part in. Drawn back in by the sound of Cian's voice, as if it is a thread that the Eye can tug on for attention, he blinks, brows furrowing in an obvious answer to the other man's question.
No, he hasn't noticed these things, but that is understandable given his time sick and the period afterwards in StormBreak. "Those storms are growing weaker." It's a remark, not a suggestion for clarification. "Either this is the doing of the Old Gods, or the Voice is involved with it somehow." Either option is unsettling for different reasons, some more straightforward than others.
No, he hasn't noticed these things, but that is understandable given his time sick and the period afterwards in StormBreak. "Those storms are growing weaker." It's a remark, not a suggestion for clarification. "Either this is the doing of the Old Gods, or the Voice is involved with it somehow." Either option is unsettling for different reasons, some more straightforward than others.
to lose my mind and find my soul
