you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
He doesn’t answer, which is an answer in itself. Finn doesn’t watch as Remi sets the children down, staring out into the rain instead. He’s never had children but the Alchemist’s movements are reminiscent of tucking one into bed, so careful and precise are the gestures. Raking a hand through his wet curls, he turns at the sound of the other man’s voice and buries his hands in his pockets, jerking his head in a nod of confirmation.
”I will need a little time, but I can find my way to them. Would you like to stay here while I work?” he asks. His voice is more devoid of emotion than usual, and Finn is sheet white out in the downpour. He can feel it all starting to close in on him; what he’s just seen and what it all means; the three little bodies all tucked up under the shelter. But there’s more to do yet.
”I will need a little time, but I can find my way to them. Would you like to stay here while I work?” he asks. His voice is more devoid of emotion than usual, and Finn is sheet white out in the downpour. He can feel it all starting to close in on him; what he’s just seen and what it all means; the three little bodies all tucked up under the shelter. But there’s more to do yet.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
