memory’s so treacherous
"I..." Gods, Ever is right. What if Tobi was pregnant? What if she'd felt sick because of the smell of the cookies and she'd cleared everything away and turned off the oven so she didn't feel so unwell? What if she--
There are no cookies, Finn.
It's a reminder that he has to give himself more harshly than he expects, the Spyglass swallowing hard and taking in a deep, shuddering breath. "No, not lately," he says. "But spirits do not need to be conjured, much of the time. Right? There are all kinds of things out there, not just gods."
He continues heedlessly, because gods if he can't help himself. "There are the will o'wisps in the Greatwood, and the daemons in King's End..."
There are no cookies, Finn.
It's a reminder that he has to give himself more harshly than he expects, the Spyglass swallowing hard and taking in a deep, shuddering breath. "No, not lately," he says. "But spirits do not need to be conjured, much of the time. Right? There are all kinds of things out there, not just gods."
He continues heedlessly, because gods if he can't help himself. "There are the will o'wisps in the Greatwood, and the daemons in King's End..."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
