View through the bars

108 To go on is to go through. At last, even the seer is cremated. Each seed loves the dark for the light it promises. I take it from context the word Heill is meant as a greeting. Outlander then. Not that it matters, but still I file the information away. "There is always something on the horizon." I reply, my voice monotone as it normally is. I do break my stare away from the emerald forest beyond the barrier to give Are a quick glance, before returning to look at the leaves that have never here grown so green. "I take it what you are actually saying is something mundane. A commentary on the fact that our view of the barrier normally remains the same. If this is correct, then you are incorrect this time. I can now see through the barrier, and there is much on the horizon."