memory’s so treacherous
Lifting his mug again, Tobi's grim look is matched by Finn's own; no, it isn't all that different. But he lets that thread of conversation lie, not particularly wanting to delve into the moral quandries of demigods. Taking another drink of tea, Finn warms his hands around the cup. Still, the unexpected bitterness on the medic's face has him nearly reeling, so rare is it to see, and the Spyglass thoroughly misses anything she might have to say about Ronin.
"Is here so bad?" he asks with a sad smile. Finn has been to a lot of places, and all he ever wants is to go back home. But then again, he and Tobi are very different people, for all of their friendliness. "Would you go to the Greatwood, if you were asked to?" he says softly, tilting his head.
"Is here so bad?" he asks with a sad smile. Finn has been to a lot of places, and all he ever wants is to go back home. But then again, he and Tobi are very different people, for all of their friendliness. "Would you go to the Greatwood, if you were asked to?" he says softly, tilting his head.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
