FINN
and into the forest i go,
Finn doesn't mean to laugh - and he doesn't, really - it's more of a huff of breath, his head shaking gently to Cian. "No," he says quietly, the word still tasting foreign on his tongue. "Your actions have consequences. And the consequences of your actions are a waterfall effect that causes others to act in turn. If members of your Order are defying direct instruction, it is because you are not as effective as you might be."
Because Cian is right and Finn can see it now, the tunnel of his own misdirection, of his need to do something, anything, that wasn't sitting pretty in StormBreak, however soothing it might be for his mind and his soul. Because that isn't the role of the Spyglass, however fulfilling a purpose it would be. And that realisation does nothing for actions that have already taken place, for wheels that are already set in motion.
As for the burden of Cian's tasks? Finn smiles, though it can hardly be called such, and reaches into his pocket. Between them he sets down his glasses, his stormy gaze tumultuous as it locks back on the Eye. "I don't need to take your word for it - I know it to be true. A man like you would break under the burden of what I carry. The difference is, I have no choice about carrying it. You could always share yours."
Because Cian is right and Finn can see it now, the tunnel of his own misdirection, of his need to do something, anything, that wasn't sitting pretty in StormBreak, however soothing it might be for his mind and his soul. Because that isn't the role of the Spyglass, however fulfilling a purpose it would be. And that realisation does nothing for actions that have already taken place, for wheels that are already set in motion.
As for the burden of Cian's tasks? Finn smiles, though it can hardly be called such, and reaches into his pocket. Between them he sets down his glasses, his stormy gaze tumultuous as it locks back on the Eye. "I don't need to take your word for it - I know it to be true. A man like you would break under the burden of what I carry. The difference is, I have no choice about carrying it. You could always share yours."
to lose my mind and find my soul
