Finn gritted his teeth, about to respond, then stopped.
His mind was too busy. Too jumbled and full. The surreal realism of that memory, the complete immersion, the fact that he'd been Arros for that duration...
The person was clearly an Error user. No — not just any Error user. He was the True holder of the Error path. The original.
That experience had given him insight. Deep, fundamental insight into how Error worked at the highest level.
Insight he didn't want to waste by letting it fade while he stood here trying to cook up an explanation for Osmund.
Already, he could feel the memory starting to become less sharp. Like a dream upon waking, which's details were beginning to slip away like water through fingers.
"I need—" Finn started, then shook his head. "Later." He stood abruptly, pulling away from Osmund's steadying hands.
