my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
"That was my assumption, yes," Finn says slowly, the dark waves reflecting in his stormy eyes and making them appear black. If Safrin wanted it, then it must have been a warning. She had said the owl basically acted of her own accord, and no celestial being would have given him such a colossal hint without expecting him to do something about it. Right...? Right.
But when he glances to Amalia again, the girl is full of riotous flame, delivering anger and orders and causing the Spyglass to take a couple of steps away from her, narrowly avoiding tripping over his briefcase as a result. "No."
It's perhaps the first time such a solid refusal has left his lips, and though it makes him want to crawl inside his own head and not come back out again, Finn stands firm. "I am a part of the Order, and I am doing something about it. I have come to you," he says slowly. "I was under house arrest after breaking protocol the last time we met. I broke that to be here - I likely won't ever see the inside of my home again."
As he says the words they echo faintly, and Finn realises the gravity of what he has actually done by leaving tonight. "To take you back there would be to strand you there. And it would be at great personal cost." His job notwithstanding, it would cripple him with sickness to let someone hitch a ride with his compass. "So I am here, asking for your help with this, Amalia. Will you help me?"
But when he glances to Amalia again, the girl is full of riotous flame, delivering anger and orders and causing the Spyglass to take a couple of steps away from her, narrowly avoiding tripping over his briefcase as a result. "No."
It's perhaps the first time such a solid refusal has left his lips, and though it makes him want to crawl inside his own head and not come back out again, Finn stands firm. "I am a part of the Order, and I am doing something about it. I have come to you," he says slowly. "I was under house arrest after breaking protocol the last time we met. I broke that to be here - I likely won't ever see the inside of my home again."
As he says the words they echo faintly, and Finn realises the gravity of what he has actually done by leaving tonight. "To take you back there would be to strand you there. And it would be at great personal cost." His job notwithstanding, it would cripple him with sickness to let someone hitch a ride with his compass. "So I am here, asking for your help with this, Amalia. Will you help me?"
FINN
