you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
Remi nods and Finn is already half turned away to walk with him, as if his body needs the movement to distance himself from all that has occurred tonight. The Alchemist falls into step with him and they disappear into shadowy, rainy streets; Finn’s hands are shoved in his pockets, his eyes on the ground ahead. Hearing Remi’s voice is a surprise, in fact - he’d practically assumed they would walk in silence.
”People like you?” he echoes, a note of curiosity in his voice like the chiming of a bell. ”I suppose selling the bed made more room for the experiments, too. What did you work on?” Chit chat is a foreign thing to Finn even under the easiest of circumstances. Why then, does it feel natural in a situation like this? Why can they exchange pleasantries in the wake of death?
”People like you?” he echoes, a note of curiosity in his voice like the chiming of a bell. ”I suppose selling the bed made more room for the experiments, too. What did you work on?” Chit chat is a foreign thing to Finn even under the easiest of circumstances. Why then, does it feel natural in a situation like this? Why can they exchange pleasantries in the wake of death?
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
