when you bury your pain
”Believe me, I am grateful not to have thrown up on you as well,” Finn manages with a quiet laugh. ”Especially given that you turned out not to be dead.” Quite what’s happening he doesn’t understand, especially given their last conversation together, but if it isn’t obvious from the terrible state of the Spyglass, he doesn’t have the fortitude to fight against it. So instead, he gives the Alchemist a boyish, self-deprecating sort of smile. ”In your defence, I was not looking where I was going. And I fell over you - I hope you’re alright.”
Nodding gratefully at the offer of more water, he lets out a sigh in a long whoosh of air. ”I’m not sure. But I think I’m close to it, if it does eventually stop being a streak.” He hasn’t had a lot of luck lately, it’s true. Given that Remi answers his question before Finn can reply, the Spyglass merely nods the affirmative. ”I was sent here to try and recruit her for the cause,” he explains. ”I am relieved to say that I was successful.”
Nodding gratefully at the offer of more water, he lets out a sigh in a long whoosh of air. ”I’m not sure. But I think I’m close to it, if it does eventually stop being a streak.” He hasn’t had a lot of luck lately, it’s true. Given that Remi answers his question before Finn can reply, the Spyglass merely nods the affirmative. ”I was sent here to try and recruit her for the cause,” he explains. ”I am relieved to say that I was successful.”
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
