awareness is the enemy of sanity
The man with the knife doesn’t seem to know what’s worse - that Remi doesn’t dodge the blow, or indeed even seem to care about it, or that the blade is returned on him. Actually no - it’s definitely the second one. He howls with pain, too preoccupied with the knife in his chest to realise he’s even been shoved back, and his partner in crime has just gotten on his feet when he’s taken down a second time.
They’re Torchers and they’re stupid, but they don’t have a death wish. So it’s hardly surprising that on getting a good look at the man with the bloodied shirt that has healed itself, they decided to turn tail and run. Finn meanwhile watches it all as if it’s happening to someone else, and his voice is thick with blood as he responds to Remi.
”You’ll forgive me for being lacking in wit or philosophy currently, I hope,” he mumbles, holding his left side where he’s been kicked.
They’re Torchers and they’re stupid, but they don’t have a death wish. So it’s hardly surprising that on getting a good look at the man with the bloodied shirt that has healed itself, they decided to turn tail and run. Finn meanwhile watches it all as if it’s happening to someone else, and his voice is thick with blood as he responds to Remi.
”You’ll forgive me for being lacking in wit or philosophy currently, I hope,” he mumbles, holding his left side where he’s been kicked.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
