you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
”He reminds me of someone I might have become,” Finn says slowly, speaking to the rippling surface of his teacup. Someone I might want to become. ”When we speak, I... am more open than I intend to be. I find myself telling him things that I would not tell a good friend. Or a doctor.” He presses his lips into a humourless, sad sort of smile. Finn has no good friends, so the doctor is the closest approximation to it.
”It’s like I’m trying to find what is broken inside him, that I might fix it. But sometimes...” He shakes his head, indicating the wish to drop the subject. At least he can respond to Falke’s final question. ”Yes,” he murmurs, stifling any further words for a moment with another sip of tea. ”I have lingered in Torchline longer than I might have otherwise, as a result. I tell myself it is a break, but... it isn’t.”
”It’s like I’m trying to find what is broken inside him, that I might fix it. But sometimes...” He shakes his head, indicating the wish to drop the subject. At least he can respond to Falke’s final question. ”Yes,” he murmurs, stifling any further words for a moment with another sip of tea. ”I have lingered in Torchline longer than I might have otherwise, as a result. I tell myself it is a break, but... it isn’t.”
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
