FINN
the spyglass
it is only through mystery and madness
”Is that why you are here, then? Because your life is too exciting? So you have to watch me hang?” He swings a little, back and forth before Remi’s eyes, like the pendulum of a clock. Finn isn’t usually capable of cruelty, but here in dreamland? His mind is on fire, and he’s running wild. ”I could. But then you’d have nothing to watch. Neither would they. Fate loves an audience,” he whispers. The Tower is aflame behind him now, and he smiles softly.
”You reached into my chest and you pulled out my heart,” he whispers. ”You said I would be cleansed. You are keeping my soul hostage - both parts of it - and I would have it all back.” The stormclouds in Finn’s eyes promise lightning and tempests, even if the whites of one of them are bloodshot through.
”You reached into my chest and you pulled out my heart,” he whispers. ”You said I would be cleansed. You are keeping my soul hostage - both parts of it - and I would have it all back.” The stormclouds in Finn’s eyes promise lightning and tempests, even if the whites of one of them are bloodshot through.
that the soul is revealed
