memory’s so treacherous
He can feel himself pulling the shutters down around himself, the admission - even to a man who shares his face - a little too far for him, pushing further than he is comfortable. But there’s no taking it back now, and Remi’s silence allows Finn to fill the gaps with anything his mind likes. And his mind is a traitorous thing on a good day. ”Are they not the same thing at that age?” he asks softly. ”Besides which, a job implies I saw a penny of the payment.”
Clearing his throat, he glances around at the rest of the mounds of earth. ”That’s right,” he says of his overseer. With a brief nod, Finn moves towards the next part of their work. ”Not all of us can be governors. Some of us have to work under them,” he points out.
Clearing his throat, he glances around at the rest of the mounds of earth. ”That’s right,” he says of his overseer. With a brief nod, Finn moves towards the next part of their work. ”Not all of us can be governors. Some of us have to work under them,” he points out.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
