awareness is the enemy of sanity
”No, nothing,” Finn tells her, stepping further into the room but not approaching her, allowing her to move and lock the door. He understands why but that doesn't make it any easier, and the Spyglass carefully takes his hands from his pockets. The right is still crusted with blood, deep crescent wounds marking the palm from his fingernails - he didn’t know he had that sort of strength in him, honestly.
Following after her on autopilot, he finds himself standing in the middle of the operating room, still having touched nothing, barely breathing in case the worst should happen. ”What do you need from me?” he asks, gaze flickering up and around the place, never settling on one thing for too long. Finn is a tempest inside, and it’s like he’s simply waiting for the chance fo the storm to roll in.
Following after her on autopilot, he finds himself standing in the middle of the operating room, still having touched nothing, barely breathing in case the worst should happen. ”What do you need from me?” he asks, gaze flickering up and around the place, never settling on one thing for too long. Finn is a tempest inside, and it’s like he’s simply waiting for the chance fo the storm to roll in.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
