sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
"At least unchecked in the ways I would expect of them," he agrees - should any demigod decide that they didn't want anything to do with tHe pLaN, would anyone beyond their parent gods be able to stop them? He doesn't think so. That's not to say that he expects the worst, but... it's a difficult think to reconcile. And it's something that his fuzzy mind wants very much to let go, and so Finn gladly does it.
He presses his eyes shut to hear her admission, the Spyglass nodding his understanding and tolerating the attention given to him with surprising calm. Enjoyment, even, if he's honest. "I don't know how it could have been someone else," he murmurs. "Not many know about it. Only those in the clinic. You, Falke, and Cian of course." He shrugs his shoulders, blinking his eyes back open.
"It's more likely to be me. Some part of me that... forgot, or was too tired, or too..." Mad.
He presses his eyes shut to hear her admission, the Spyglass nodding his understanding and tolerating the attention given to him with surprising calm. Enjoyment, even, if he's honest. "I don't know how it could have been someone else," he murmurs. "Not many know about it. Only those in the clinic. You, Falke, and Cian of course." He shrugs his shoulders, blinking his eyes back open.
"It's more likely to be me. Some part of me that... forgot, or was too tired, or too..." Mad.
FINN
