awareness is the enemy of sanity
Finn does not look at Remi as he swears the man begins to disappear. He keeps his eyes steady on the suck and push of the waves, even if it is starting to become difficult to make them out through the rain, through the thunder and the oncoming storm. Only when he sees the Alchemist snap back into focus does he turn his head; it may well be just another power he has not seen yet, but he will not take the risk.
”Cleansed,” he repeats, not liking the sound of the word on his tongue. It tastes like medicine and dry parchment. Finn sighs. ”I think you are wrong,” he says softly. ”I think those parts of you are still in reach. But you are a man who is terrified of hope, Remi. That is what I see when I look at you. You are afraid of your own salvation, because you don’t know if you can survive it.”
He does not expect the insight into the other man’s past, listening quietly by and watching him, interested. ”Well, I definitely do not share that part of your past. So at least we can cross that off the list, even if the same habit came from it.”
”Cleansed,” he repeats, not liking the sound of the word on his tongue. It tastes like medicine and dry parchment. Finn sighs. ”I think you are wrong,” he says softly. ”I think those parts of you are still in reach. But you are a man who is terrified of hope, Remi. That is what I see when I look at you. You are afraid of your own salvation, because you don’t know if you can survive it.”
He does not expect the insight into the other man’s past, listening quietly by and watching him, interested. ”Well, I definitely do not share that part of your past. So at least we can cross that off the list, even if the same habit came from it.”
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
