my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
"Oh no, of course not. You have the perfect man for the job. If only you cared what became of him." Tucking the charm away in his pocket, Finn both does and doesn't expect the final slap to the face at hearing he can't even communicate what is happening to him to anyone who might be able to help. He can already feel himself begin to split apart at the seams, edges only recently sewn together fraying so easily.
"Understood. Is there anything else?" He doesn't actually wait for a response; Finn is already on the way to the door, his shoulder coming up that he might wipe at his cheek. He pauses with his hand on the doorknob, waiting to either be dismissed or to be called back. Either way, his fate is already sealed.
"Understood. Is there anything else?" He doesn't actually wait for a response; Finn is already on the way to the door, his shoulder coming up that he might wipe at his cheek. He pauses with his hand on the doorknob, waiting to either be dismissed or to be called back. Either way, his fate is already sealed.
FINN
