you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
Falke’s silence tells him everything, and Finn already knows he’s gone ahead and drank his own poison. This will get back to Cian, he has no doubt, and he internally braces himself for the things that will fall out of this meeting. ”You’re welcome,” he says to his teacup, taking another sip before pointedly setting it on the table. ”You are right, of course.” He’s pulling the shutters down again, slowly but surely, indicating that the rest of their conversation will likely be polite, but will not yield any further insights.
His smile his flat, and he slouches further in his chair, watching Falke through tired eyes. ”I can think of nothing worse,” he confesses about any impending demigodhood. ”The Order has given me a better life than any I had before it,” he says. ”I confess I have never given it much thought.” He doesn’t think he’s capable of it, of living any life outside of this one.
His smile his flat, and he slouches further in his chair, watching Falke through tired eyes. ”I can think of nothing worse,” he confesses about any impending demigodhood. ”The Order has given me a better life than any I had before it,” he says. ”I confess I have never given it much thought.” He doesn’t think he’s capable of it, of living any life outside of this one.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
