She didn't believe him, but like he didn't seem to believe her. Lioriley did not object, once again, as he lifted her up and started carrying her, and she was silent for a long while before she finally spoke up again.
"That helmet belonged to my friend Maximus." She said without preamble. "He was a talented warrior. We traveled together for quite some time, fought in the same absurd wars between the human kingdoms. He was stern and vicious in combat, but loyal to those he traveled with. We lost him in one of those wars, and a monster brought him back - as a death knight." Finnick probably didn't know what that was, she realized, and continued. "An undead abomination with no will of his own."
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"That helmet belonged to my friend Maximus." She said without preamble. "He was a talented warrior. We traveled together for quite some time, fought in the same absurd wars between the human kingdoms. He was stern and vicious in combat, but loyal to those he traveled with. We lost him in one of those wars, and a monster brought him back - as a death knight." Finnick probably didn't know what that was, she realized, and continued. "An undead abomination with no will of his own."