Ariadne suddenly understood Finn a lot better than before. Maybe not the man himself. Every person had their own way of doing things. But the sort of man he was.

She knew a lot of former soldiers who defected from the Red Dragon. Usually when they woke up to his cruelty. Or when he harmed their loved ones. Sometimes both. She had a deep, passionate admiration for them. It was easy to just follow orders. It was sometimes harder to do the right thing.

At any rate, she bowed her head a Finn spoke. "You seem like a good man, sir. Better than any soldier."