memory’s so treacherous
Highly flammable is questionable. Weapons even more so. But it's the spooky hallway that really gets him, Finn tilting his head around Tobi as if he's just seen something move over her shoulder, down in the deep, deep dark. "What makes it spooky?" Is it possible that she has discovered that the Spyglass does have a sense of humour? And that it's as wry and difficult to conjure as a lot of the other aspects of his personality? That's certainly not for Finn to say.
He hands over the sticks, raising his eyebrows to hear about Falke's props, as if that's more terrifying than anything that might be lurking around the corridors down here. And it is, truly. "He never uses them with me. Perhaps he believes I am interesting enough without the introduction of stuffed animals," he says, already half turning to face the cupboard. Slowly, he glances across to Tobi. "Shall I walk you back to the clinic?" he asks.
He hands over the sticks, raising his eyebrows to hear about Falke's props, as if that's more terrifying than anything that might be lurking around the corridors down here. And it is, truly. "He never uses them with me. Perhaps he believes I am interesting enough without the introduction of stuffed animals," he says, already half turning to face the cupboard. Slowly, he glances across to Tobi. "Shall I walk you back to the clinic?" he asks.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
