my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
"It means," Finn says slowly, trying to find the right way to say it all, "that what I came here to tell you might be... known by the Order. But they didn't tell me to come and see you. They don't even know I am gone." He scuffs a foot gently along the ground, disturbing the sand and the scrags of grass. But suddenly Amalia seems colder, harsher somehow, and the Spyglass feels his words catch behind his teeth, not knowing what to do or to say.
Then of course, Artemide rips a curl from his head and flies off with it, and he flinches away and lets out a cry of surprise and pain. Rubbing at his hair, Finn forgets entirely what he wants to say and lets out a frustrated sort of sigh. "Remi and I have a history," he manages eventually. "I would rather not have this discussion so close by. I am not sure... what you mean, though. About what I know."
Then of course, Artemide rips a curl from his head and flies off with it, and he flinches away and lets out a cry of surprise and pain. Rubbing at his hair, Finn forgets entirely what he wants to say and lets out a frustrated sort of sigh. "Remi and I have a history," he manages eventually. "I would rather not have this discussion so close by. I am not sure... what you mean, though. About what I know."
FINN
