FINN
the spyglass
”I don’t remember,” Finn says of his reasons behind drowning with the Shield, though his stormy eyes linger, now, on the cast on his arm, on the musical notes that adorn it. He wiggles his fingers gently, and takes another sip of water. Remi’s name causes a reflexive shiver to shoot up the length of his spine, tensing his shoulders and hitching his breath in his throat, Finn frowning hard and trying to rack his memories. But there’s nothing there but monsters and silk, whenever he tries to piece it together.
Still, Tobi clarifies what is real and what is not, regardless of how real it all feels, and he huffs out a long sigh. ”I see,” he murmurs, shifting a bit under the blankets as if just realising how long he’s been laying down and not much else. ”Ask away. It would probably do me good to engage myself in something...” And he’s used to tests. That helps.
Still, Tobi clarifies what is real and what is not, regardless of how real it all feels, and he huffs out a long sigh. ”I see,” he murmurs, shifting a bit under the blankets as if just realising how long he’s been laying down and not much else. ”Ask away. It would probably do me good to engage myself in something...” And he’s used to tests. That helps.
