when you bury your pain
”She certainly sees it in a curious way,” Finn remarks, almost under his breath. Perhaps it’s Remi’s phrasing that jars him - so often people speak of the way he sees things, so to hear it spoken about someone else is both strange and refreshing. If only people gave him the same consideration that the Alchemist gives Mort’s daughter. Still, now is not the time, and he adjusts his glasses on his nose and glances back up at Remi, surprised to hear his agreement.
Still, Finn likes the idea of it too, and it feels good to be useful to the other man for once, rather than always seemingly being in the way. The night with the drowning children doesn’t count, and he tries not to remember it. ”I’d appreciate it.” He chuckles at Remi’s remarks about the water. ”And I promise not to trip over you or throw up on you. Alright, let’s see if we can track her down...” Inhaling deeply, he turns to regard the woods around them.
His eyes seem to lose focus for a moment, tracking things that don’t seem to be there, peeling them apart, putting them together again. Eventually, he nods somewhere to the south. ”It’s faint, but that’s a good place to start.”
Still, Finn likes the idea of it too, and it feels good to be useful to the other man for once, rather than always seemingly being in the way. The night with the drowning children doesn’t count, and he tries not to remember it. ”I’d appreciate it.” He chuckles at Remi’s remarks about the water. ”And I promise not to trip over you or throw up on you. Alright, let’s see if we can track her down...” Inhaling deeply, he turns to regard the woods around them.
His eyes seem to lose focus for a moment, tracking things that don’t seem to be there, peeling them apart, putting them together again. Eventually, he nods somewhere to the south. ”It’s faint, but that’s a good place to start.”
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
