Owen was on the voyage at sea for a while—he hadn't counted the hours he was at the ship.
"You shouldn't go," says one of his Brothers. The Faction was not liking the fact that a youngling was leaving their wing devoid of support. Owen said he had to go unaccompanied—and his Brothers were strongly against it.
Brother Kio stood firm to the ground. "You will not go, Owen,"
"The Faction does not want you, Brother, to risk your life at sea. It is not advisable to journey with such wild waves."
They surrounded him with their hoods hiding their faces. The Brothers weren't revealing their identity, and so Owen couldn't make a distinction which one was talking. Their voices united in chorus, their lips matching an impossible perfect sync, all telling one thing: they do not want Owen to go.
But this was Rose. Owen had to go.
