awareness is the enemy of sanity
”I can’t,” he confesses, the smallest flicker of a smile on his face before it’s drowned out again. ”I have only ever known you and Falke, and you have both enjoyed your work. Either that, or I am worse at reading expressions than I thought.” He watches as she draws his blood, the rich red colour flooding the vial, and he can still see it behind his eyes when she steps away from him.
Collecting the gown, Finn slips into it easily, tying it at the back and feeling suddenly, very lost. And when she speaks, when she says it - what you saw - it all flashes before him suddenly, forcing him to grip one of the examination tables for balance. ”No,” he mutters. ”No, I don’t think so. If it’s all the same to you, I don’t want to talk about it.” He had been planning to hole himself up in his rooms, and this has put a dampener on it.
Collecting the gown, Finn slips into it easily, tying it at the back and feeling suddenly, very lost. And when she speaks, when she says it - what you saw - it all flashes before him suddenly, forcing him to grip one of the examination tables for balance. ”No,” he mutters. ”No, I don’t think so. If it’s all the same to you, I don’t want to talk about it.” He had been planning to hole himself up in his rooms, and this has put a dampener on it.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
