we are all broken
”Why not?” Finn asks, glancing over his shoulder to Tobi - he’s already setting off again, mind knitting together the layout of the Tower and the fastest route up to get to where they need to go. ”That instrument doesn’t belong to Cian,” he points out. ”And neither does the owl. It isn’t as though we will be there for long.” Not if the Spyglass has anything to say about it, anyway.
So in through the large double doors they go, his feet near silent on the stone, and he pauses at the corridor which would lead into the medical wing. ”It’s up to you - you can wait here for me, or come with me.” Who knows what it is which has roused Finn into such a state of (perhaps reckless) decisiveness. Clearly, the music gives him more than mere reprieve from the world around him. It bolsters him up, too.
So in through the large double doors they go, his feet near silent on the stone, and he pauses at the corridor which would lead into the medical wing. ”It’s up to you - you can wait here for me, or come with me.” Who knows what it is which has roused Finn into such a state of (perhaps reckless) decisiveness. Clearly, the music gives him more than mere reprieve from the world around him. It bolsters him up, too.
that’s how the light gets in
