we are all broken
"October!" Finn echoes, his tone one of gentle admonishment just as hers had been, though he's gently strumming the strings of his guitar again rather than thinking too hard about the sharp drop, the waves slamming against the rocks. His joviality fades by degrees, however, at mention of the Lullaby. Though that's hardly a surprise. "People are complicated," he murmurs, though whether that's a remark about Ronin or Remi (or Finn, even) is unclear.
Tobi gets his attention back when it comes to stealing skyships, though, and he raises his eyebrows at her, a smile that threatens to dimple his cheeks spreading across his face. "There is a story here," he says. "I can sense it. And I will ask about it... later," he decides, a hint of amusement threading his words. Sleep and self-care have peeled away layers of the Spyglass's shell, it appears, and he is as relaxed here with October as he ever will be.
"As for my favours, I thought the least I could do was use Safrin's strings. They are not as bad as I thought - I think I may have judged a goddess harshly."
Tobi gets his attention back when it comes to stealing skyships, though, and he raises his eyebrows at her, a smile that threatens to dimple his cheeks spreading across his face. "There is a story here," he says. "I can sense it. And I will ask about it... later," he decides, a hint of amusement threading his words. Sleep and self-care have peeled away layers of the Spyglass's shell, it appears, and he is as relaxed here with October as he ever will be.
"As for my favours, I thought the least I could do was use Safrin's strings. They are not as bad as I thought - I think I may have judged a goddess harshly."
that’s how the light gets in
