you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
”I’m not very good at hide and seek,” Finn says as if in apology, rubbing at his eyes and squinting at the light, humming something incoherent under his breath. ”We jumped into the volcano. How did you find us?” he wonders, distantly remembering Remi, the journey. He wants to spread his arms out like great, wide wings, but succeeds only in flailing a bit as he inches down the wall to where Tobi has indicated.
”Mmm. It was nice,” he says softly, though he’s watching the taps with suspicion now, waiting for the water to turn on and wishing silently that he might sink into the tub, the floor, and out of the Tower entirely, back into the hot embrace of the ashes. When the water does flow, he presses himself further against the tub and hisses a curse under his breath, though any struggles he makes are useless.
”I forgive you,” he says distantly. ”Just don’t rip out my soul please. I just got it back.”
”Mmm. It was nice,” he says softly, though he’s watching the taps with suspicion now, waiting for the water to turn on and wishing silently that he might sink into the tub, the floor, and out of the Tower entirely, back into the hot embrace of the ashes. When the water does flow, he presses himself further against the tub and hisses a curse under his breath, though any struggles he makes are useless.
”I forgive you,” he says distantly. ”Just don’t rip out my soul please. I just got it back.”
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
