when you bury your pain
”I try to be,” Finn says in earnest, shrugging his shoulders to Remi. ”I have had enough bad in my life to try not to propagate it too much.” Is it there, though, lurking inside of him? A seditious little part of him that has learned how to hurt, because he has been hurt so often in return? Perhaps. But if it’s there, it’s safely asleep for the time being. He shuffles his feet, not quite knowing how to take the news about the Fae murders, but there’s a note of discord that thrums within him at the idea.
”And finding her in the spirit world is easier,” he remarks, putting two and two together. ”I can help you look, if you’d prefer an in-body experience. I found her once ready, so it should be a good deal easier this time.”
”And finding her in the spirit world is easier,” he remarks, putting two and two together. ”I can help you look, if you’d prefer an in-body experience. I found her once ready, so it should be a good deal easier this time.”
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
