you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
”More practice,” Finn agrees, fixated on the streams of water now. He sees it as jets of gold and silver, shimmering and bouncing against the bottom of the tub, and suddenly he relaxes, like it’s not water at all. ”You’re magic,” he tells Tobi. ”I went because it was warm. I stayed because we were swimming,” Finn sinks down, by degrees, into the lapping jewels all around him, melting into the tub And resting there. He has no words for how she makes him shine with the cloth, a gentle smile curling across his lips.
”Mm... the other me had it,” he says of his soul. ”Two halves. He was keeping mine, so I had to get clean. I think I pushed him.” He didn’t, but he wishes he had. ”We opened each other, and we fell.” There absolutely shouldn’t be a peaceful expression on his face, but that doesn’t make it any less so. ”Now I have it back. Where do you keep yours, Tobi?”
”Mm... the other me had it,” he says of his soul. ”Two halves. He was keeping mine, so I had to get clean. I think I pushed him.” He didn’t, but he wishes he had. ”We opened each other, and we fell.” There absolutely shouldn’t be a peaceful expression on his face, but that doesn’t make it any less so. ”Now I have it back. Where do you keep yours, Tobi?”
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
