we are all broken
"Hmm...? Oh, no - my adult self is quite content with my feet on the ground," Finn says with a small smile, though he does gaze up at the tree with all of a scholar's interest. Undoubtedly he is tracking the signs of age and considering the wildlife that might make themselves at home in such a place, only glancing away when Tobi speaks again. "Yes, to visit my father," he explains. "He was at Judgement's Needle by the time I was that age, I think. He died shortly after."
Bittersweetness is the nature of the conversation, it seems, and while Finn keeps his eyes forward, he does offer Tobi's hand a gentle squeeze. "What kind of trinket do you think they would like from the stalls?" he asks, all practiced conversation and polite questions. For now at least, anyway.
Bittersweetness is the nature of the conversation, it seems, and while Finn keeps his eyes forward, he does offer Tobi's hand a gentle squeeze. "What kind of trinket do you think they would like from the stalls?" he asks, all practiced conversation and polite questions. For now at least, anyway.
that’s how the light gets in
