you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
As Loren begins to list names, Finn does take out his notepad, jotting them down and pausing only for another sip of tea. He raises his eyebrows, not having realised there had been multiple expeditions into the storms - though from Loren's comments so far, he got the impression that neither adventure had been succesful. "Were you on both trips?" he asks curiously. "It's a long way to travel, if you're based here in Halo."
There's a sudden impression that he's walking on a knife edge, and Finn finishes his bowl of stew and glances up at this hybrid of Abandoned and Attuned. "We are in place to stop the Voice and the Ascended from repeating what happened three hundred years ago," he explains. "The fact that the storms are relenting on their own is no sign of weakness on the part of the Old Gods, if indeed that is the reason they are dispersing. It means the inevitable is becoming more likely." War.
There's a sudden impression that he's walking on a knife edge, and Finn finishes his bowl of stew and glances up at this hybrid of Abandoned and Attuned. "We are in place to stop the Voice and the Ascended from repeating what happened three hundred years ago," he explains. "The fact that the storms are relenting on their own is no sign of weakness on the part of the Old Gods, if indeed that is the reason they are dispersing. It means the inevitable is becoming more likely." War.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
