Finn smiled ruefully. "I'm a Prisoner, old man. Just like you.
All my life I have dreamed of you.
Only the man who has known freedom Can define his prison.
Freedom is a small price to pay for survival.
None of us have much idea where we are. Perhaps all our lives are too concerned with where, and not enough with who.
He sang his last song. And the words of that have never been written down. But it was sweet and of great beauty, and those that heard it were changed utterly. Some say it was the song that moves the stars.