you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
The logic drives home and Finn feels it keenly, inhaling deeply and letting the breath hold there, in his chest, until it burns. ”That isn’t set in stone.” The war where Ronin’s daughter dies, where all turns to ashes under the Voice. But he’s already tying the knots in his own theory. Of course it isn’t set in stone - they can stop it, if they get the demigods on side. He runs away with himself, tangled in a web of his own making, and it’s almost a blessing when the accusation comes, subtle and deadly.
And Finn has no answers. ”There was nothing to suggest that they might exist,” he begins, before stopping himself suddenly. He turns, gazing off into the night, staring up towards the lighthouse hidden in the dark. ”I didn’t see it,” he begins, and it is unclear whether he’s talking to Cian or himself. ”I didn’t see it because it’s the same as theirs. Not two - three.”
And Finn has no answers. ”There was nothing to suggest that they might exist,” he begins, before stopping himself suddenly. He turns, gazing off into the night, staring up towards the lighthouse hidden in the dark. ”I didn’t see it,” he begins, and it is unclear whether he’s talking to Cian or himself. ”I didn’t see it because it’s the same as theirs. Not two - three.”
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
