FINN
and into the forest i go,
The cogs are starting to tick in Finn's mind again, and it's visible in the way his eyes drop to the table, the way his finger chases around the rim of his mostly full glass, as if trying to make it sing. "That depends on how deeply you look," he says quietly. "On the surface, we have seen the Voice involve herself more obviously in affairs over the past few seasons. That would suggest she is behind this." It doesn't sound as though Finn quite believes it, though.
"But on the other hand, her reach has not improved such that she can control that not within it. So if the storms are subsiding, it is for a reason. Perhaps to give access to something previously unavailable. Or someone." There are branches that span further, even, than this, but Finn does not bother himself with such fuzzy trains of thought. "The truth would be easily discerned should I visit the areas where the storms are subsiding."
His glasses would reveal the taint of recent Ascended aura over all else, confirming or denying one of the theories.
"But on the other hand, her reach has not improved such that she can control that not within it. So if the storms are subsiding, it is for a reason. Perhaps to give access to something previously unavailable. Or someone." There are branches that span further, even, than this, but Finn does not bother himself with such fuzzy trains of thought. "The truth would be easily discerned should I visit the areas where the storms are subsiding."
His glasses would reveal the taint of recent Ascended aura over all else, confirming or denying one of the theories.
to lose my mind and find my soul
