my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
"Not exactly. I... disobeyed orders previously, and then I got sick. So I am on house arrest at StormBreak currently. But this was too important to avoid sharing." It's with a belated sense of oops that Finn realises this might be the final nail in his coffin for his time at the Order, and he ought to feel cold about it. He ought to feel anything about it, and yet... here he is, standing before Amalia with the Aumakua shining in the distance, a briefcase in hand and chaos ready to drop from his lips.
Still, the Shield steps forward and he instinctively steps back (newfound confidence does not eliminate the social anxiety imprinted into his psyche), flashing a quick smile and rubbing at his curls before letting his hand drop again. "It's nothing. She's... Artemide has been with me for a small while, now." Though she's never attacked him before, admittedly.
Glancing fleetingly to Jyoti, trying to stifle the way he wants to smile, Finn is quickly schooled into something more solemn by the frustration evident on Amalia's face. He meets her gaze, just about, though rather than subdued, guilty, even, the Spyglass is merely puzzled. He shifts his weight to his other foot, clearing his throat awkwardly. "You were never a job to me, Amalia," he says quietly. "It's true, that my role is one of research. But... Dorian was your contact. I spoke with you because I wanted to."
Still, the Shield steps forward and he instinctively steps back (newfound confidence does not eliminate the social anxiety imprinted into his psyche), flashing a quick smile and rubbing at his curls before letting his hand drop again. "It's nothing. She's... Artemide has been with me for a small while, now." Though she's never attacked him before, admittedly.
Glancing fleetingly to Jyoti, trying to stifle the way he wants to smile, Finn is quickly schooled into something more solemn by the frustration evident on Amalia's face. He meets her gaze, just about, though rather than subdued, guilty, even, the Spyglass is merely puzzled. He shifts his weight to his other foot, clearing his throat awkwardly. "You were never a job to me, Amalia," he says quietly. "It's true, that my role is one of research. But... Dorian was your contact. I spoke with you because I wanted to."
FINN
