FINN
and into the forest i go,
The appearance of Remi as a shadow-shrouded angel brings with it an eerie sort of calm, but that does little for the state of Finn. His confidence eroded the moment he headed up those stairs, and now his fingers and his lips are numb, his throat burns and there are two dead bodies in the room with him. ”Why are you here?” he wonders, not knowing who he’s speaking to, really. All he knows is that for all of the calm, Finn doesn’t feel safe here. This is still a nightmare, perhaps one worse than the one that preceded it.
His knees pulled up now, Finn rests his forehead upon his forearms, unable to bear looking at the stillness and the blood for a moment longer. ”Why am I here?” The second question is softer, confused and sad. Finn has no magic, he has no knowledge of which is a dream and which is reality. All he knows is here and now, and the cold insanity of the situation he finds himself in.
His knees pulled up now, Finn rests his forehead upon his forearms, unable to bear looking at the stillness and the blood for a moment longer. ”Why am I here?” The second question is softer, confused and sad. Finn has no magic, he has no knowledge of which is a dream and which is reality. All he knows is here and now, and the cold insanity of the situation he finds himself in.
to lose my mind and find my soul
