FINN
the spyglass
Finn does have experience with violent people, and this man does not seem like one at a cursory glance. But that does not change what he is, what he has done to himself, and what that means for all of them. Tucking his glasses away and keeping his eyes firmly on the view of Haulani, he wavers between stepping forward and back, caught in a web of his own making. ”It is quite the view,” he manages in a low voice, his feet finally carrying him forward, though he does not take the offered seat. Rather, Finn lingers awkwardly nearby.
The man does not know that he has already ruined his walk by being here, and Finn is not the type to let him in on it. He lets out a shuddering breath, glancing fleetingly at the... the Ascended. ”What brings you up here? Just... the view?” he asks falteringly.
The man does not know that he has already ruined his walk by being here, and Finn is not the type to let him in on it. He lets out a shuddering breath, glancing fleetingly at the... the Ascended. ”What brings you up here? Just... the view?” he asks falteringly.
