my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
"He is a priest," Finn points out, and Amalia can take that in any number of ways. Indeed, were Finn the charismatic type it might even have been wry and funny, but as it is it barely offers a hint of levity in such a fraught situation. It doesn't last long, and as her barrage of existential why is levelled at him, the Spyglass can only writhe in his discomfort and shake his head to her, uncomprehending of their decisions and her empathy both.
"They were already dead," he murmurs. "They were in Mort's realm, where they were meant to be. They chose to turn their back on it. And the rest of the Ascended... they made their choices willingly, as well. There is no going back. The Old Gods will not suffer the Voice and her disrespect."
"They were already dead," he murmurs. "They were in Mort's realm, where they were meant to be. They chose to turn their back on it. And the rest of the Ascended... they made their choices willingly, as well. There is no going back. The Old Gods will not suffer the Voice and her disrespect."
FINN
