Finley didn't notice at first, but people began to gather around the shore. Not guards, but what looked to be like captives, as he had been. He watched as more began to approach. Some were apprehensive, others were desperate to reach a water source to clean their wounds. He peered over to a guy stood several meters away from him who had rushed to the lakeside to clean himself - Finley watched in fascination as the water droplets cooled and froze upon him. This confirmed Finley's theory that the others were different like him. It was interesting to see that there was such a range in ability - from manipulating the air around you to being able to dictate the temperature of liquid.
“Hey… I can fix that wound for you,” someone said - Finley turned to see a girl of a similar age to him who looked like she too had been physically scarred from the incident. "That would be really great," Finley nodded, trying to smile up at the girl, but more of a grimace coming out on his face due to the ebbing pain he felt. He didn't think to question the girl how she was planning to do so, as it didn't seem as if she had any medical equipment on her - honestly, he didn't care, he was just grateful that she had offered. "Thank you," he continued, glad to see that these people were trying to build bridges. He hoped the rest of them would be as eager at the idea of an alliance as he was.
He peered back up at the people around the shore - individuals. None of them knew eachother. They were all in pain. They were all lost. He realised that none of them knew what was going on - all equally terrified. He knew now that whatever was going on here was bigger that any of them, and if they were to survive, they'd have to work together.
For just a second, Finley glanced across the lake. There he saw a man, a man that was staring right at him. Nobody else saw this man. He was only there for a moment, and then he was gone. All it took was a blink and he vanished from Finley's vision. Bemused, Finley turned away and put it off as an illusion.