we don't even ask for happiness; just a little less pain
Perhaps it's because he's too wrapped up in what's happened to notice the warmth and love so freely shared between Star and Lullaby; or maybe Finn just isn't wired to notice such things in a meaningful way. He tries to get his feet under him, the Spyglass gazing worriedly over his shoulder at the water, chewing on the inside of his cheek such that, were this not a dream (and it was a dream, right?) then he'd surely be bleeding.
"I would like to be conscious again," he agrees, one hand gripping the opposite forearm as if he can anchor himself, somehow. Anchor quite to where is anyone's guess. All he knows is that with this sudden and horrifying clarity, he doesn't feel as safe around Remi as he did when climbing, torn to pieces, onto a manticore's back. And that is saying something.
"I would like to be conscious again," he agrees, one hand gripping the opposite forearm as if he can anchor himself, somehow. Anchor quite to where is anyone's guess. All he knows is that with this sudden and horrifying clarity, he doesn't feel as safe around Remi as he did when climbing, torn to pieces, onto a manticore's back. And that is saying something.
FINN
