as I hold my soul all the music pours out
Falke is worried, but does not show it. Not about the vote, no, but about Fian. About Cian. About the unknown contamination that cannot possibly be a good thing. His hip, at least, is feeling as good as new today, so he walks in without his cane and slips easily into a seat next to Tobi, saying hello with a brief pat on the shoulder. The Fixer realizes he hasn’t seen her all day.
Almost last, he cannot help but notice that Finn isn’t there - or there yet? There’s a big difference between the two. Taking out a new little notebook, he jots something down and then closes it again, resigned to waiting to find out what this is about.
Almost last, he cannot help but notice that Finn isn’t there - or there yet? There’s a big difference between the two. Taking out a new little notebook, he jots something down and then closes it again, resigned to waiting to find out what this is about.
THE 'FIXER'
the greatest fear I've ever kept is dying with regrets
