you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
He barely notices as she leaves to get the door, to slide the bolt, Finn looking around and feeling the rugs, the grains in the floorboards, breathing in deep the smell of books and woodsmoke. There’s a small door next to the bottom step of the staircase, leading through to a kitchenette and a bathroom, but he doesn’t have the sense to tell Tobi that this is where she’ll be able to find everything to clean him up. He’s transfixed, sanity already trying to slip away from him, so he can lose himself in walking the world he has made just for him.
But then she’s talking and he shakes his head in a jerking motion. ”Tell them,” he urges. ”They have to know. They need... not to go looking.” For him, he means, if that is indeed what they are doing. He tries to push himself to stand again, failing miserably and slumping back to the ground, irritated and puzzled by his own weakness. ”Tobi... what’s happened to me?”
But then she’s talking and he shakes his head in a jerking motion. ”Tell them,” he urges. ”They have to know. They need... not to go looking.” For him, he means, if that is indeed what they are doing. He tries to push himself to stand again, failing miserably and slumping back to the ground, irritated and puzzled by his own weakness. ”Tobi... what’s happened to me?”
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
