my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
"It has always been high places, for me," Finn says without realising he has offered that tidbit of information, the Spyglass clearing his throat and lingering as awkwardly before her now as he ever has done. Still, he manages a gentle smile as she berates herself, shrugging his shoulders. "I do not think you were an idiot," he says. "I imagine it must be a difficult thing, to lose friends and see them come back in this way."
To condemn themselves to a life of servitude to the Voice, and to be killed so mercilessly when the time eventually came. It would not fill Finn with joy, either. "It means they will die again," he says quietly, shrugging his shoulders and seeming unhappy to deliver such news, but sure about it all the same. "I am sorry that they made those choices, Amalia. I believe Gideon would probably be able to give you sound advice, at this time."
To condemn themselves to a life of servitude to the Voice, and to be killed so mercilessly when the time eventually came. It would not fill Finn with joy, either. "It means they will die again," he says quietly, shrugging his shoulders and seeming unhappy to deliver such news, but sure about it all the same. "I am sorry that they made those choices, Amalia. I believe Gideon would probably be able to give you sound advice, at this time."
FINN
