you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
No, it certainly hasn’t. Finn keeps his eyes closed, his hands coming to rest around his cup as the liquid finally cools enough for him to hold it without burning himself too badly. ”No, I do not think so. In the Tower I play, when I can’t sleep. But we are told to travel lightly.” And so his instruments - his guitar, mainly - are safely tucked away in his attic room, waiting for his return, and he is here, sleepless and working.
Blinking his eyes back open, he fixes Falke with his stormy gaze and finally takes a slow sip of his tea. ”It is definitely a contributing factor,” he says slowly, the answer coaxed out, as always, by the Fixer’s willingness to treat him as if he has something worth saying. ”These demigods are more complex than anything I have ever seen before. But... the one I met, who looks like my twin. He is Ludo’s chosen. I... struggle, to understand him. I think it is playing on my mind.”
Blinking his eyes back open, he fixes Falke with his stormy gaze and finally takes a slow sip of his tea. ”It is definitely a contributing factor,” he says slowly, the answer coaxed out, as always, by the Fixer’s willingness to treat him as if he has something worth saying. ”These demigods are more complex than anything I have ever seen before. But... the one I met, who looks like my twin. He is Ludo’s chosen. I... struggle, to understand him. I think it is playing on my mind.”
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
