you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
”Let us hope that we don’t disappoint,” Finn murmurs, collecting his own cup and holding it between long fingers, even though it burns a bit. He dodges Falke’s question and the Fixer dodges his statement in return; the dust settles and they move on. Stormbreak is curious about their efforts out here to find those who might help their cause - and Finn can’t blame them, though he’s not sure it’s as straightforward as they think. These thoughts, of course, all stay inside.
This is a dance that they have danced before, and Finn sags back into his chair, blowing gently on his tea and staring down into the hot liquid. ”It’s surprisingly similar to home. I think it must be the rain,” he begins, his voice quiet, slow. ”But I have found it difficult to adjust. There is a man here - one of the demigods we have been instructed to find - who looks almost exactly like me.”
This is a dance that they have danced before, and Finn sags back into his chair, blowing gently on his tea and staring down into the hot liquid. ”It’s surprisingly similar to home. I think it must be the rain,” he begins, his voice quiet, slow. ”But I have found it difficult to adjust. There is a man here - one of the demigods we have been instructed to find - who looks almost exactly like me.”
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
