you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
”Even now,” he whispers back to her, though his eyes remain closed to enjoy the rarity of simple, gentle touch, something Finn so often goes without. ”I can hear the world moving. I can hear the stone cracking and shifting in the Tower. I can hear the whip cracks at the Needle, and people turning pages in the Archive.” Hallucinations, clearly, but it makes it no less real for the Spyglass in the moment.
He gives her a lopsided smile for her trouble. ”How am I supposed to hear the dirt if I don’t collect it so close?” he wants to know, turning his head into her touch. The remark about friendship nearly breaks him, and Finn has to let out a slow and shuddering breath. ”I didn’t think I had any, before this,” he mumbles. ”I don’t think I know how to be one back. I’m sorry.”
He gives her a lopsided smile for her trouble. ”How am I supposed to hear the dirt if I don’t collect it so close?” he wants to know, turning his head into her touch. The remark about friendship nearly breaks him, and Finn has to let out a slow and shuddering breath. ”I didn’t think I had any, before this,” he mumbles. ”I don’t think I know how to be one back. I’m sorry.”
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
