FINN
the spyglass
it is only through mystery and madness
At least Finn is used to prolonged and awkward stares, and in the back of his mind he wonders how the Lullaby would look through his glasses right now. Blazing and righteous, he imagines, all threads of bright gold and dark midnight, a mixture of heat and cold that threatens to crackle out of control at any moment. But of course he can't say that out loud, so instead he opts for the unhelpful, "You could have always said no."
Because it's true. He had sent the letter as an invitation, a request for assistance. Not a command - not for Remi, at least. "What compensation would you be looking for?" he asks. "I could petition for you."
But then Remi is stepping almost point blank in front of the weapon he's barely used, and Finn is already trying to create more distance between them. "I don't want to shoot you," he lies.
Because it's true. He had sent the letter as an invitation, a request for assistance. Not a command - not for Remi, at least. "What compensation would you be looking for?" he asks. "I could petition for you."
But then Remi is stepping almost point blank in front of the weapon he's barely used, and Finn is already trying to create more distance between them. "I don't want to shoot you," he lies.
that the soul is revealed
