awareness is the enemy of sanity
The laugh that Finn barks out is humourless and hurts his chest, and he braces a hand against the wall for a moment as if judging the distance from here to the inn and how likely he is to pass out along the way. ”Oh, of that I have very little doubt,” he says of Remi’s ability to still surprise him. And as for nothing getting past him? ”This did,” he points out, inhaling deeply through his nose and fighting against the urge to cough, before stepping back out into the street.
Gazing back in at Remi in the shadows, Finn is swaying a bit on his feet, but he’s not noticed. ”Well, I’m glad you were. If you were. I try not to make it a habit, to be out when I’m like this.” Even less so now that he’s standing, cold in the rain and injured. ”Still,” he manages, his smile a little more crooked; a little darker. ”Makes you feel alive, doesn’t it?”
Gazing back in at Remi in the shadows, Finn is swaying a bit on his feet, but he’s not noticed. ”Well, I’m glad you were. If you were. I try not to make it a habit, to be out when I’m like this.” Even less so now that he’s standing, cold in the rain and injured. ”Still,” he manages, his smile a little more crooked; a little darker. ”Makes you feel alive, doesn’t it?”
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
