you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
He flinches a bit at her tone, thoroughly cowed by it, dropping his gaze to the water. With every ounce of dirt that’s cleaned away from him, the gold and silver shimmers become dark and filthy, and he feels nausea swirl in the pit of his stomach again.
Finn is malleable as she attempts to move him, though her voice fades into mumbling above the ringing in his ears. By the time he can hear her properly again they’ve conveniently moved onto the subject of the feather. He nods in a jerky motion, barely daring to look at it in case it causes her to discard it because she knows he wants it.
”It hurts,” he tells Tobi softly, though what, precisely, is a mystery. The wound in his side? What she’s telling him? Everything, since he’s gotten back? ”Are we almost done, please?”
Finn is malleable as she attempts to move him, though her voice fades into mumbling above the ringing in his ears. By the time he can hear her properly again they’ve conveniently moved onto the subject of the feather. He nods in a jerky motion, barely daring to look at it in case it causes her to discard it because she knows he wants it.
”It hurts,” he tells Tobi softly, though what, precisely, is a mystery. The wound in his side? What she’s telling him? Everything, since he’s gotten back? ”Are we almost done, please?”
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
