you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
Finn doesn’t want to be here, and he doesn’t want to do this. But after the intriguing if not unsuccessful meeting with Remi up at the lighthouse, he has no choice. Cian is the Eye for a reason, and he places his pieces where they will be of most use. And Finn knows when he will not be of use to a situation.
It is near dark when he gets down to the brothel called the Halenani, and the rain has intensified. He stands a few feet from the entrance with his umbrella overhead, listening to the beat of the downpour and allowing it to fill his ears with music. He watches the world through streams of vibrant colour, the lenses on his glasses glinting in the lamps that adorn the brothel’s porch.
The street is thick with aura here, making it difficult to separate one from the other, making it impossible to tell who has travelled alone, who is with a companion. Finn can only tell Cian by familiarity, and he knows he has not come outside again yet.
It is near dark when he gets down to the brothel called the Halenani, and the rain has intensified. He stands a few feet from the entrance with his umbrella overhead, listening to the beat of the downpour and allowing it to fill his ears with music. He watches the world through streams of vibrant colour, the lenses on his glasses glinting in the lamps that adorn the brothel’s porch.
The street is thick with aura here, making it difficult to separate one from the other, making it impossible to tell who has travelled alone, who is with a companion. Finn can only tell Cian by familiarity, and he knows he has not come outside again yet.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
