you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
Finn nods in understanding, sipping a little more tea and stew and feeling himself starting to come around a bit from his frosty trek through the Citadel. With the return of his senses, he connects dots that Loren can't really see (because they're related to other conversations the Spyglass has had with others who have explored the storms). "Probably a wise decision," he remarks of their turning back before whatever was in the cavern could come upon them. "Who was part of the group, if I might ask? Did they come from all around to the Hollowed Grounds?"
What is the Order, though? Finn smiles gently. "It existed when the Voice was outside the barrier of the Grounds, and it still exists now," he explains, as if that should allow Loren to connect the dots. "If the storms are dissipating for the reasons you say - and they very well might be - then that only points to things escalating."
What is the Order, though? Finn smiles gently. "It existed when the Voice was outside the barrier of the Grounds, and it still exists now," he explains, as if that should allow Loren to connect the dots. "If the storms are dissipating for the reasons you say - and they very well might be - then that only points to things escalating."
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
