sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
"Yes, as best I can anyway," Finn mumbles, furrowing his brow down at the menu. "Perhaps he just enjoys tormenting me." It wouldn't surprise the Spyglass to learn as much, and almost on autopilot, he selects a black coffee sweetened with honey and an almond pastry - to begin, anyway. He still needs time for the rest of himself to wake up.
Folding his menu and placing it back down on the table, Finn shakes his head softly, though it isn't exactly a no. "Lots of things can get you killed," he murmurs. "I cannot guarantee that one of my assignments won't end that way. But I would not accept anything I knew was walking into certain death, if that is what you mean." Like Tobi, he has too much to live for now.
Folding his menu and placing it back down on the table, Finn shakes his head softly, though it isn't exactly a no. "Lots of things can get you killed," he murmurs. "I cannot guarantee that one of my assignments won't end that way. But I would not accept anything I knew was walking into certain death, if that is what you mean." Like Tobi, he has too much to live for now.
FINN
