you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
The answer is no - at least for now - and Finn could just escape back into town, back to the inn. It comes as no surprise that he doesn’t even know how he came to be here, in the middle of the night and the rain, looking at Remi murdering out of mercy on the ocean. And he could make it so he may as well not have been here, just a ghost on the wind, a whisper in the dark.
And yet.
Gazing at the still figure on his knees, clutching those little souls against him, Finn is drawn back like a magnet. It’s a type of madness, he’s learning, this affinity he has to this man who shares his face. But he’s never seen Remi in quite this way before.
”How can I help?” he asks, just loud enough for his voice to carry over the rain. Finn stands far enough away that he thinks he has a chance at backing off should the question enrage Remi. But he doesn’t see anger in the Alchemist right now. Still, he’s been wrong before. Rarely, but it has happened.
And yet.
Gazing at the still figure on his knees, clutching those little souls against him, Finn is drawn back like a magnet. It’s a type of madness, he’s learning, this affinity he has to this man who shares his face. But he’s never seen Remi in quite this way before.
”How can I help?” he asks, just loud enough for his voice to carry over the rain. Finn stands far enough away that he thinks he has a chance at backing off should the question enrage Remi. But he doesn’t see anger in the Alchemist right now. Still, he’s been wrong before. Rarely, but it has happened.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
