you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
Finn wants to vomit, don’t get him wrong. And if not for the fact that he cant remember the last time he ate, he might have - there’s not even enough in him from the dribble of water that Tobi’s given him. So he merely spins and reels with the journey, a fresh sheen of sweat on his brow as they arrive, breath coming in shaky gasps. ”M’here,” he tries, blinking his eyes open like they’re trying to glue themselves shut.
He struggles to focus on the doctor, barely able to feel her touch - indeed, she might think him a different person, in that moment, with how he leans into her fingers, like the physical sensation might anchor him to the world and stop his mind from floating away like it’s full of balloons. Still, in the stark, cool silence of the right wing of the Tower, he almost feels like he’s breaking already.
It’s familiar, the smell of books and stone and woodsmoke, and he looks even more out of place because of it. ”Where...? Tobi, the meeting...” The one from forever ago. The one he was trying to make.
He struggles to focus on the doctor, barely able to feel her touch - indeed, she might think him a different person, in that moment, with how he leans into her fingers, like the physical sensation might anchor him to the world and stop his mind from floating away like it’s full of balloons. Still, in the stark, cool silence of the right wing of the Tower, he almost feels like he’s breaking already.
It’s familiar, the smell of books and stone and woodsmoke, and he looks even more out of place because of it. ”Where...? Tobi, the meeting...” The one from forever ago. The one he was trying to make.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
