my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
If it's too dark for Finn, he does his best with it, the Spyglass moving slowly and surely down the craggy incline, his feet carefully navigating the stones until they bleed into soft sand. "That's right," he says slowly, standing aside so she can join him on the beach, allowing them to walk abreast of each other while he explains. "They get here by way of some sort of machine. I found some information about it that I think would be pertinent for you to know."
And so Finn lowers his voice and he explains - he explains what he read in the book, and whose book it belonged to, seemingly. He expresses his fears, his worries, and his need for Amalia to know the information above all others. When he's finished, the Spyglass is staring distantly out at the ink-black ocean. "So you see why it was important, that I travelled here right away."
And so Finn lowers his voice and he explains - he explains what he read in the book, and whose book it belonged to, seemingly. He expresses his fears, his worries, and his need for Amalia to know the information above all others. When he's finished, the Spyglass is staring distantly out at the ink-black ocean. "So you see why it was important, that I travelled here right away."
FINN
