FINN
and into the forest i go,
”I didn’t say I would be causing the accident.” Finn sighs, straightening up and turning to lean against the counter to watch the slow and clumsy progression across the room. The kitchen seems to warble and threaten to change around them, as if the walls are sweating, and he reaches up to rub at his eyes like he can make it change, like he can make it make sense. ”You’re a mess,” he tells the almost-alchemist. It isn’t said sharply or with venom; it’s a mere description of the state he is in.
”If you are to stay here until your father is ready to leave, you may as well either rest or be useful. Which is it going to be?” he asks, leaving the decision up to the trembling and abused boy squaring up to him, beaten and starving and sad. Finn sees himself in Remi, before he learned to step inside himself and away from all that was happening to his body.
”If you are to stay here until your father is ready to leave, you may as well either rest or be useful. Which is it going to be?” he asks, leaving the decision up to the trembling and abused boy squaring up to him, beaten and starving and sad. Finn sees himself in Remi, before he learned to step inside himself and away from all that was happening to his body.
to lose my mind and find my soul
