awareness is the enemy of sanity
The atmosphere has turned menacing, and Finn realises it like a man who has waded out too deep into the ocean and only recognises that he’s drowning when it’s already too late. His eyes open and he’s caught by Remi, a frail and unstable thing standing in the jaws of something far greater and far darker than anything he’s faced before. ”You would know,” he says of Ludo and its proclivities, and it’s true. Remi would know, far better than Finn, or most others for that matter.
Only when the Alchemist breaks his stare does Finn find it in himself to move, his feet numb as he stands up, his coat and pants heavy with sand. The star shaped stone is placed, very carefully beside Remi, before Finn steps out of the bubble and into the raging downpour. ”I am,” he says, glancing over his shoulder at the other man. ”I am that worried about your internal struggle.”
Only when the Alchemist breaks his stare does Finn find it in himself to move, his feet numb as he stands up, his coat and pants heavy with sand. The star shaped stone is placed, very carefully beside Remi, before Finn steps out of the bubble and into the raging downpour. ”I am,” he says, glancing over his shoulder at the other man. ”I am that worried about your internal struggle.”
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
