memory’s so treacherous
Call Finn crazy (because he absolutely might be), but all of that does make a remarkable amount of sense to the Spyglass. He nods, folding the towel over his arm and turning to gather his notes from the book, tucking them away securely in a drawer on his desk. "You are right," he says to Artemide, "it will probably be easier if you were to return it. I feel that Cian would not approve of seeing me, especially given what I am about to do."
And what are you about to do, Finn? The small voice in the back of his mind is a softly concerned thing, and the Spyglass can't give it a straight and honest answer. Only time will tell, truly. But if his track record is anything to go by, it's probably something brilliant and reckless. "Thank you for your help, Artemide."
And what are you about to do, Finn? The small voice in the back of his mind is a softly concerned thing, and the Spyglass can't give it a straight and honest answer. Only time will tell, truly. But if his track record is anything to go by, it's probably something brilliant and reckless. "Thank you for your help, Artemide."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
