you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
Perhaps it’s a blessing in disguise, then, that Finn and Remi look so much alike - for the devastation is plain on the Spyglass’s face. He folds and tucks away his glasses, water streaming in rivulets down his pallid face, and he merely stands before the other man as he sits down on the bench. ”It was the least I could do,” he murmurs, a muscle feathering in his jaw.
Silence then, for a bit, until he finds his tongue again. ”Would you like me to walk with you back towards the lighthouse?” He doesn’t know what he’ll do, where he’ll go. Only that the night seems too dark but anywhere else seems too bright, and Finn is walking the spaces in between with the desperation of a man who did not do enough.
Silence then, for a bit, until he finds his tongue again. ”Would you like me to walk with you back towards the lighthouse?” He doesn’t know what he’ll do, where he’ll go. Only that the night seems too dark but anywhere else seems too bright, and Finn is walking the spaces in between with the desperation of a man who did not do enough.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
