my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
Finn can only wince a bit as Amalia starts to talk about her brother. He does of course feel for her, having that connection, but the Spyglass is born and bred within these high walls. He knows more of the world than most, indeed, but that does not change prejudice. It does not change much, in fact. "How are they any more or less trapped than those who worship the Old Gods?" he wonders with his eyes upon the book in his hands. "I am sorry about your brother. That seems like a heavy burden to bear."
He raises his eyebrows to hear about the proto-Ascended, tilting his head and flicking through the pages of the book. "Both," he says slowly. "I think the first real Ascended would be more interesting, as it would show the successful change between mortal and Ascended. But... anything would be a start."
He raises his eyebrows to hear about the proto-Ascended, tilting his head and flicking through the pages of the book. "Both," he says slowly. "I think the first real Ascended would be more interesting, as it would show the successful change between mortal and Ascended. But... anything would be a start."
FINN
