awareness is the enemy of sanity
”I thought you said you didn’t do that sort of thing any more,” Finn remarks, watching Remi watch him, and it’s like looking at his reflection acting out of sync. He’s not sure he likes it, but he can’t seem to look away. ”Things like being good in a panic, I mean.”
Would Remi step into the role of protector for one, but not for the world? It’s difficult to disagree with either extreme, and the rolling thunder gives him an out, a distraction from that train of thought. ”Anymore?” he asks, feeling the story behind it but unable to fit the pieces together.
The question of stars has him furrowing his brow, the Spyglass looking for all the world like a lost child in the moment, trying to figure some meaning in the madness of life. ”The same way I feel about everything,” he says eventually. ”I find the stars interesting. Are they Safrin’s children? A map for travellers? Or just... dust, that we haven’t rubbed out of our eyes yet?”
Would Remi step into the role of protector for one, but not for the world? It’s difficult to disagree with either extreme, and the rolling thunder gives him an out, a distraction from that train of thought. ”Anymore?” he asks, feeling the story behind it but unable to fit the pieces together.
The question of stars has him furrowing his brow, the Spyglass looking for all the world like a lost child in the moment, trying to figure some meaning in the madness of life. ”The same way I feel about everything,” he says eventually. ”I find the stars interesting. Are they Safrin’s children? A map for travellers? Or just... dust, that we haven’t rubbed out of our eyes yet?”
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
