awareness is the enemy of sanity
Remi and Finn are both staring at the Alchemist’s hands now, and though only one of them knows the lived experience of what he’s describing, Finn can almost imagine - until he doesn’t have to. He’s given up trying to figure out whether it’s his mind filling in the blanks, or yet more power that he hasn’t picked up on from Remi. ”A dreamer,” he remarks to no one in particular, casting his gaze back out to the dark and churning sea.
The sharpness of the other man’s question makes him flinch a little, unprepared for the sudden switch in tone, but Finn finds himself smiling nonetheless. ”Of course I do,” he says, balancing the star-shaped stone on two of his fingers. ”Light needs dark, life needs death. I know what you do for Ludo, and it is at odds with this man who has just made me a star to help me sleep. It must... eat you up inside.”
The sharpness of the other man’s question makes him flinch a little, unprepared for the sudden switch in tone, but Finn finds himself smiling nonetheless. ”Of course I do,” he says, balancing the star-shaped stone on two of his fingers. ”Light needs dark, life needs death. I know what you do for Ludo, and it is at odds with this man who has just made me a star to help me sleep. It must... eat you up inside.”
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
