when you bury your pain
Is it Remi? Or has Finn died somewhere out here in the woods and hasn’t noticed? After meeting with Delphia it seems entirely possible, with the spirits that wander the forest to follow her about. Something cold and very unpleasant settles in his stomach; Finn fixes his glasses on his face and kneels down beside the Alchemist (he hopes it’s him anyway, and even that doesn’t sound great in his profoundly moral mind).
”Remi,” he says again, reaching out to shake the body by the shoulder. Because maybe he isn’t dead. Maybe he’s just... sleeping? Or passed out, or...?
His palms are sweaty and he can feel madness climbing up the back of his throat, threatening to spill out of his mouth in a strangled laugh (or cry). Finn forces in a deep breath - it doesn’t help, instead making him feel very sick indeed. He has to turn away from the corpse to throw up, figuring that even if the man is dead, vomiting on him isn’t very respectful.
”Remi,” he says again, reaching out to shake the body by the shoulder. Because maybe he isn’t dead. Maybe he’s just... sleeping? Or passed out, or...?
His palms are sweaty and he can feel madness climbing up the back of his throat, threatening to spill out of his mouth in a strangled laugh (or cry). Finn forces in a deep breath - it doesn’t help, instead making him feel very sick indeed. He has to turn away from the corpse to throw up, figuring that even if the man is dead, vomiting on him isn’t very respectful.
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
