awareness is the enemy of sanity
Finn finds it easier to watch the contraption than to look at Remi, given their eerie similarities. His response, too, has the Spyglass leaning a little closer, keen to get a better look. ”Of course. The Alchemist,” he murmurs under his breath, recalling the portfolio of knowledge he has been tasked to dig up about each and every demigod (or those close to the gods). Clearing his throat, as if realising he has said it out loud, Finn straightens back up.
”It’s remarkable,” he says, glancing up at the sudden bubble of comfortable warmth that expands to cover him as well. You’re remarkable, is what nearly tumbles out after it, but he manages to keep that one behind his teeth. Stepping forward to examine the creation further, he runs a hand through sopping wet curls. ”Is this part of your role as Governor?”
”It’s remarkable,” he says, glancing up at the sudden bubble of comfortable warmth that expands to cover him as well. You’re remarkable, is what nearly tumbles out after it, but he manages to keep that one behind his teeth. Stepping forward to examine the creation further, he runs a hand through sopping wet curls. ”Is this part of your role as Governor?”
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
