awareness is the enemy of sanity
"But what about the parts of me that are okay with it?" Finn wonders through a whisper, giving her hands a squeeze back and letting her guide him back to his feet. "The parts of me that are glad he's gone? I feel like I need to heal from that as well." Quite where to begin or how to consolidate it in his mind, though, that's the struggle. Still, it's with a gentle nod that he follows Tobi out of the attic, leaving his guitar with the drying blood on the strings for later.
Luckily enough they don't run into all that many people, and the route down to the apartment is largely uneventful. With Ever staying at Mateo's dorm room to study (he assumes), Finn is free to step straight in through the front door and down the hallway towards the bedroom. He takes off his glasses with slumped shoulders, as if they weigh as much as the Tower itself, and sets them down on the bedside table.
"I was worried they were going to make me the new Eye," he admits softly.
Luckily enough they don't run into all that many people, and the route down to the apartment is largely uneventful. With Ever staying at Mateo's dorm room to study (he assumes), Finn is free to step straight in through the front door and down the hallway towards the bedroom. He takes off his glasses with slumped shoulders, as if they weigh as much as the Tower itself, and sets them down on the bedside table.
"I was worried they were going to make me the new Eye," he admits softly.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
