you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
Finn can see the eyes boring into the side of his head, and there's only so long he can look at the fire or into the depths of his teacup, and so eventually Cian gets what he wants (doesn't he always?) and he glances across to him. The question, when it comes, is an easy answer. "Their powers manifest from their respective gods. This is another of those games you mentioned, this one played between Safrin and Ludo. Though for what purpose I could not say."
Merely to win? To get one over on the other by way of their chosen? It seems like a petty and dangerous thing to do with the fate of the world resting on their coin toss, but it also seems completely in character for them. "Game or not, though, that isn't to say that it won't be useful in the larger stakes." He doesn't ask what Cian plans to do with the information - he doesn't dare - so Finn merely takes a sip of his tea, humming out a surprised note of appreciation for it.
"Do you find it strange that demigods have been positioned here in Stormbreak, but we were not informed of it? Of why?" Unless Cian has been informed. In which case, Finn has learned not to question such things. He's learned the hard way.
Merely to win? To get one over on the other by way of their chosen? It seems like a petty and dangerous thing to do with the fate of the world resting on their coin toss, but it also seems completely in character for them. "Game or not, though, that isn't to say that it won't be useful in the larger stakes." He doesn't ask what Cian plans to do with the information - he doesn't dare - so Finn merely takes a sip of his tea, humming out a surprised note of appreciation for it.
"Do you find it strange that demigods have been positioned here in Stormbreak, but we were not informed of it? Of why?" Unless Cian has been informed. In which case, Finn has learned not to question such things. He's learned the hard way.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
