you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
He doesn’t know why she makes him feel so forgiven, but either way Finn is in no position to argue it or question it - not when he so desperately needs that forgiveness. Validated and with Tobi there to hold him up, he manages, sort of, to get to the door next to the stairs leading up. For a second Finn veers away, like he really wants to get up those stairs and to bed, but it’s a short-lived transgression. He fumbles the door open, leading them into a short corridor.
The open door to a kitchen can be seen at the end of it, and a second opening to the right shows a bathroom, as clean and minimalist as the rest of Finn’s rooms. He cringes back at Tobi’s suggestion, the idea of letting water pouring over him seeming to ignite some sort of rebellion in him, but he’s got nothing left in the tank to stop her.
”I drowned before,” he says softly, ducking his head and meandering over to the bathtub, all but falling into it. Whatever Tobi wants to do with him from there is her business. ”Wasn’t in this though, it was in a barrel.” He shivers suddenly, and though it’s partially because of the cold and the fever, it’s also the memories. ”Do campfires smell good? Different to other fires?”
The open door to a kitchen can be seen at the end of it, and a second opening to the right shows a bathroom, as clean and minimalist as the rest of Finn’s rooms. He cringes back at Tobi’s suggestion, the idea of letting water pouring over him seeming to ignite some sort of rebellion in him, but he’s got nothing left in the tank to stop her.
”I drowned before,” he says softly, ducking his head and meandering over to the bathtub, all but falling into it. Whatever Tobi wants to do with him from there is her business. ”Wasn’t in this though, it was in a barrel.” He shivers suddenly, and though it’s partially because of the cold and the fever, it’s also the memories. ”Do campfires smell good? Different to other fires?”
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
