memory’s so treacherous
It will be interesting to find out, if and when it finally comes to light. Which, if Finn has his way (he rarely does, in fairness), it won’t. Still, as Sunjata’s gaze levels on him the Spyglass gets the impression that he’s made a misstep (something that happens much more frequently), and he breaks the stare to look at his notes. Not that they really say much, given that he’s not yet had a chance to do any work on them.
”I meant more of a place where you were born. A home town,” he explains, though suddenly it feels awkward even by Finn’s standards, and he reaches out to knock back the rest of his whiskey. ”Thanks for the tip. I’ll... ah, leave you to your night. Wouldn’t want to be pickpocketed.”
”I meant more of a place where you were born. A home town,” he explains, though suddenly it feels awkward even by Finn’s standards, and he reaches out to knock back the rest of his whiskey. ”Thanks for the tip. I’ll... ah, leave you to your night. Wouldn’t want to be pickpocketed.”
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
