finn
it always seems more quiet in the dark
"I wish he would," Finn admits under his breath, regarding Ronin jumping at the chance. It would absolutely solve all of his problems, to have a demigod in charge, to have someone to tell him what to do, to have his life take back on the niche sort of routine that he's been clinging to for years. At the same time, though, if he isn't keen to shoulder that responsibility, he supposes he can't blame anyone else for not wanting it.
His fingers slip between Tobi's so he can give her hand a gentle squeeze, Finn closing his eyes as he tries to sift through the options available to him. "I'm more of a surveillance tool, now," he admits. By virtue of the glasses perched on his nose, he can check if any Ascended have intruded into Stormbreak. But that's it, he supposes.
"Cian always indicated that were I to stop being the Spyglass, I would be returned to the Silk Houses," he admits. "...And I do not want to be a whore again, Tobi." He doesn't think he can do it again, not after everything.
His fingers slip between Tobi's so he can give her hand a gentle squeeze, Finn closing his eyes as he tries to sift through the options available to him. "I'm more of a surveillance tool, now," he admits. By virtue of the glasses perched on his nose, he can check if any Ascended have intruded into Stormbreak. But that's it, he supposes.
"Cian always indicated that were I to stop being the Spyglass, I would be returned to the Silk Houses," he admits. "...And I do not want to be a whore again, Tobi." He doesn't think he can do it again, not after everything.
it always feels so stark
