Standing in the sunlight laughing, Hiding behind a rainbow's wall
Finn's malnutrition aside, it's the wound on his side that you're worried about. It already looks like it's threatening to become infected. Despite the cold water, you can feel the heat emanating from it. "He isn't the other you." You reply, perhaps somewhat more sternly than you mean. Reaching up you move his hands so that the representation of the star is gone. "You're you, and no one else." You repeat. Had you ears which could convey emotion in this form, they'd be pinned back against your skull.
You jump slightly, shocked by how quickly Finn is able to move when he wants to. Your arm braces against his grasp as you turn to look at the gray feather. It's the same nothing-colour Finn's shirt had been, only there is a jagged scar of red up the center of it, where it was pressed against Finn's side. "Is this one of his?" You wonder in a low voice, already knowing the answer.
You jump slightly, shocked by how quickly Finn is able to move when he wants to. Your arm braces against his grasp as you turn to look at the gray feather. It's the same nothing-colour Finn's shirt had been, only there is a jagged scar of red up the center of it, where it was pressed against Finn's side. "Is this one of his?" You wonder in a low voice, already knowing the answer.
October
