As Fingon speaks, Alana finally takes to eaten the first skewer of fish, and it might be simple, but, god, does it go down good right now. She welcomes the second one offered to her, too.

But she listens to Fingon intently, she needs to know more about this place, she needs to know what's going on, so she can start looking for a way out.

" "Gods"? Whoa. " Talk about-...well, god complex.

" Wait, so...why are the other guys killing them?"

She asks, fully knowing that, sometimes, there isn't a reason. Not one people can remember, anyway, not the ones that do end up dead.

War never changers, no matter where you are.