you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
His name is lost in the rain, but Finn still manages to glance up in time because of the stirring of colours that moves through the entrance of the Halenani. Cian is wrapped in them - they cling to him, those vestiges of other people, and he carries them with them as he walks. The Spyglass doesn’t move from his place at the bottom of the steps, the umbrella tilted back enough for his stormy eyes to fix on the face illuminated by red lamps and cigarettes.
”Remi Taliesin will not help us. But he has advised that Ronin might,” he says, knowing better than to mince words. ”He was not home when I met Remi. But he has a young daughter, and another dead and buried nearby. It is not... I am not the right person for that conversation. We both know it.” Too close, Finn. He’ll get too close and then he’ll tell Ronin to stay home.
”Remi Taliesin will not help us. But he has advised that Ronin might,” he says, knowing better than to mince words. ”He was not home when I met Remi. But he has a young daughter, and another dead and buried nearby. It is not... I am not the right person for that conversation. We both know it.” Too close, Finn. He’ll get too close and then he’ll tell Ronin to stay home.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
