you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
Finn has seen death before, though not children, not quite this close, this sad. It’s something that makes his limbs freeze and his eyes sting, and he lets out a shuddering breath and strains to hear Remi over the wind. Out of the rain. Find their parents. He nods, just about, stepping closer to the Alchemist and turning his collar up against the downpour.
”Can you carry them all?” he asks, having to swallow hard to even look at the children smooshed in the other man’s grip. ”There’s a covered area where the dock workers sit to get shade. It’s not far from here, we can take them there. How... do you know how to find their parents?”
Finn thinks he knows how, and it has everything to do with the way the world is marked by smeared colours, fading by the second but still visible for now.
”Can you carry them all?” he asks, having to swallow hard to even look at the children smooshed in the other man’s grip. ”There’s a covered area where the dock workers sit to get shade. It’s not far from here, we can take them there. How... do you know how to find their parents?”
Finn thinks he knows how, and it has everything to do with the way the world is marked by smeared colours, fading by the second but still visible for now.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
