i felt powerful i felt powerful ifeltpowerfulifelt—
Gazing up at Remi, the most innocuous poison he's ever had the pleasure of meeting, Finn's fingers still splay against the leather case of his glasses. His smile is one of slow, sad acceptance. Remi knows, and Finn knows he knows, that seeing the woman - even at a distance - would require at minimum actively looking for her (dangerous), or wearing the glasses full time on the off chance that there are void people swarming around them (even more dangerous, but in a different way).
"Is this something you are asking me to do as a demigod?" he wants to know, sane and centred enough these days to know precisely the height of the cliff he'll be flinging himself from if he does this. "It would not be as simple as simply looking around. I would need to follow sightings, travel, make notes..."
I would need to be the Spyglass again.
"Is this something you are asking me to do as a demigod?" he wants to know, sane and centred enough these days to know precisely the height of the cliff he'll be flinging himself from if he does this. "It would not be as simple as simply looking around. I would need to follow sightings, travel, make notes..."
I would need to be the Spyglass again.
FINN
