FINN
and into the forest i go,
”It is not so much about what I see,” Finn says, his voice a quiet tremble as he focuses on the ground, ”but what I am trying not to see.” Swallowing and closing his eyes, he runs a hand across his stubbled cheek and inhales a deep breath through his nose. Gathering himself for a moment, it’s enough for him to gaze at her directly again, but there’s something distant in his stormy eyes, like he’s trying to look through her, to look without looking.
His attention flickers to the feline briefly, and although his interest is piqued, it is not worth his job to get distracted now. ”The Voice and the Ascended,” he explains. ”As I am sure you have noticed, being so close to the Hollowed Grounds - since the barrier fell, her influence is beginning to grow again. There is a fear, that history may be at risk of repeating itself.”
His attention flickers to the feline briefly, and although his interest is piqued, it is not worth his job to get distracted now. ”The Voice and the Ascended,” he explains. ”As I am sure you have noticed, being so close to the Hollowed Grounds - since the barrier fell, her influence is beginning to grow again. There is a fear, that history may be at risk of repeating itself.”
to lose my mind and find my soul
