memory’s so treacherous
”For a man who does not want to help, you spend a lot of time doing it.” The voice that drifts across the beach is close, close enough to need to step around the sand as it is pulled beneath his feet. Finn finds people - it’s his job, after all - and Remi’s aura is something that he is not only attuned to by now, but it’s plastered all over Torchline. Being the Governor does that, he imagines.
Their roles are reversed today, it seems - when Finn and Remi last met, the Spyglass had been... rather badly composed, to say the least. He has slept since (ha, ha) and it’s a new day now. He stands a few feet behind Remi with an umbrella overhead, well put together if not by Cian’s strict standards. Gazing at the Alchemist through his spectacles, he wonders at the other man.
”Can I spare a moment of your time? I’ll do my best not to interrupt you too much.”
Their roles are reversed today, it seems - when Finn and Remi last met, the Spyglass had been... rather badly composed, to say the least. He has slept since (ha, ha) and it’s a new day now. He stands a few feet behind Remi with an umbrella overhead, well put together if not by Cian’s strict standards. Gazing at the Alchemist through his spectacles, he wonders at the other man.
”Can I spare a moment of your time? I’ll do my best not to interrupt you too much.”
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
