as I hold my soul all the music pours out
Falke puts down his pen for a moment and returns his full focus to Finn and his new work. Nodding thoughtfully at the explanation, he looks intently at the man across the table from him. “Do you think we will end up at war again?” The Fixer doesn’t really expect the Spyglass to tell him the answer, but he does want to make sure that Finn knows he’s being taken seriously - glasses or not. After all, their conversations need not always be about his problems.
It can be about the world’s, too.
Of which there are many. Which makes Falke even more surprised to hear that he’s been focusing on himself. Nodding in approval (everyone needs some me time), the Fixer hems and haws internally for a moment. “If you had the choice, would you continue this kind of work for the Order? Instead of using the glasses? I can’t help but wonder if this isn’t a better avenue for you.” It is, perhaps, just voicing a wish; there would be many obstacles to changing Finn’s role, the least of which would be Cian.
It can be about the world’s, too.
Of which there are many. Which makes Falke even more surprised to hear that he’s been focusing on himself. Nodding in approval (everyone needs some me time), the Fixer hems and haws internally for a moment. “If you had the choice, would you continue this kind of work for the Order? Instead of using the glasses? I can’t help but wonder if this isn’t a better avenue for you.” It is, perhaps, just voicing a wish; there would be many obstacles to changing Finn’s role, the least of which would be Cian.
THE 'FIXER'
the greatest fear I've ever kept is dying with regrets
