you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
"Or it might be a very short time, depending on how well the opposition does," Finn reasons back. "Having those pieces in reserve means we might be able to quickly change tact if untested confidence proves fallible." Such is the boon and bane of the demigod. He is still thinking about chess (or not-chess, as the case may be), when he's invited to take a seat and have a drink.
A tough few days is putting it lightly and so, surprising even himself, Finn sits as he is bid. Glancing to the barcart, the Spyglass feels whiskey itching on the tip of his tongue, but he pauses. He doesn't want whiskey, and he doesn't feel as though he needs to prove anything to the Eye. Not this morning. "Tea, please," he says instead, long fingers running over a stubbled jaw in thought.
"You know, then? About what happened."
A tough few days is putting it lightly and so, surprising even himself, Finn sits as he is bid. Glancing to the barcart, the Spyglass feels whiskey itching on the tip of his tongue, but he pauses. He doesn't want whiskey, and he doesn't feel as though he needs to prove anything to the Eye. Not this morning. "Tea, please," he says instead, long fingers running over a stubbled jaw in thought.
"You know, then? About what happened."
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
