FINN
the spyglass
I’ll take the long way ‘round
”That’s true enough I suppose,” Finn admits, rubbing at one unshaven cheek and letting out a long sigh, as if to steel himself to the green gaze boring into the side of his head. It’s a sad sort of smile that he gives at Remi’s next comment, the Spyglass closing his eyes and falling, for a moment, into the colourful abyss that lays behind them. ”I apologise for overstepping with you. Of course I do not know you, despite our similarities in appearance. Perhaps that is what is confusing me.”
Or perhaps not. It’s hard to say, even for Finn. Especially for Finn. Finally turning his head, he glances across at Remi and shrugs his shoulders. ”I am a man with a job,” he says. ”That job is you, at this very moment in time. What is your obligation? Your plague? What stops you from doing the right thing?”
Or perhaps not. It’s hard to say, even for Finn. Especially for Finn. Finally turning his head, he glances across at Remi and shrugs his shoulders. ”I am a man with a job,” he says. ”That job is you, at this very moment in time. What is your obligation? Your plague? What stops you from doing the right thing?”
I’ll find my own way down
