when you bury your pain
”If I did, wouldn’t that be more of a reason to forget everything? I’d already written it down,” Finn points out. He does journal everything, actually, but that’s not really something he’s comfortable to admitting to, and he glances instead at a brightly coloured shrub as they walk by it. His eyes are always restless, though it’s something that Remi has undoubtedly noticed by now, but the smile on his face just as amused as Remi’s.
Like most of their conversations, however, the amusement is short lived; Finn glances back to Remi as he speaks about missing his strange sight. The Spyglass can’t confess to agree, given how he sees the world, but then this is just another occasion where their past and present crosses wires, and he listens with rapt attention. ”Well,” he says slowly. ”Just because the scars are gone on the outside, doesn’t make them disappear inside.”
Running his fingers through his curls, he focuses on the trail ahead. ”I don’t know that I would miss it.”
Like most of their conversations, however, the amusement is short lived; Finn glances back to Remi as he speaks about missing his strange sight. The Spyglass can’t confess to agree, given how he sees the world, but then this is just another occasion where their past and present crosses wires, and he listens with rapt attention. ”Well,” he says slowly. ”Just because the scars are gone on the outside, doesn’t make them disappear inside.”
Running his fingers through his curls, he focuses on the trail ahead. ”I don’t know that I would miss it.”
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
