... Little grew on the land. Fish and game were scarce. Things like that. And the lighthouse was—not functional for the last eighteen years, so no trade ships would come.
[The lighthouse is a long story, hence the pause.
His voice is low, perhaps even with a tinge of anger.]
Invading our country was not enough for the Enemy; it wanted to know that, should it ever be banished as came to be, then it could watch us slowly die, none the wiser as to why. Until recently, we were not aware that the famine was unnatural.
[Though ultimately, in terms of his story, the famine isn't important. The Enemy is, for that's what his illusions deal with.]
no subject
[The lighthouse is a long story, hence the pause.
His voice is low, perhaps even with a tinge of anger.]
Invading our country was not enough for the Enemy; it wanted to know that, should it ever be banished as came to be, then it could watch us slowly die, none the wiser as to why. Until recently, we were not aware that the famine was unnatural.
[Though ultimately, in terms of his story, the famine isn't important. The Enemy is, for that's what his illusions deal with.]