Way better. [He turns his own camera, towards the ramshackle camp. It actually wasn't too bad; less breathtaking, but certainly cozy.] It's all mud and sweaty guy smell over here.
[Finn returns his gaze to the ocean Natasha showed him, surprised by the progression of emotion in his gut. It was beautiful. Not just beautiful, either -- nostalgic. There was something so familiar about the way the sun reflected off the home. Maybe that was the same no matter where you went -- would he and Nettle be staring out at a similar sea on their next mission? That is, if they made it out of this one.
Though Finn was optimistic. A day of travelling at Jun Shortaxe's back filled him with newfound encouragement. They would make short work of whatever monsters lay ahead of them and get the orb in hand -- together.]
Y'know, when I was little, the ocean was like... my number one fear. I was totally petrified of it. [He takes another bite of stew, humming thoughtfully.] S'weird, how something could be the scariest thing in the world and one day it suddenly it isn't, huh?
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[Finn returns his gaze to the ocean Natasha showed him, surprised by the progression of emotion in his gut. It was beautiful. Not just beautiful, either -- nostalgic. There was something so familiar about the way the sun reflected off the home. Maybe that was the same no matter where you went -- would he and Nettle be staring out at a similar sea on their next mission? That is, if they made it out of this one.
Though Finn was optimistic. A day of travelling at Jun Shortaxe's back filled him with newfound encouragement. They would make short work of whatever monsters lay ahead of them and get the orb in hand -- together.]
Y'know, when I was little, the ocean was like... my number one fear. I was totally petrified of it. [He takes another bite of stew, humming thoughtfully.] S'weird, how something could be the scariest thing in the world and one day it suddenly it isn't, huh?