my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
"I have never known someone who Ascended," Finn says slowly. "So I have never had to think about these sorts of things. I can understand the conflict, but... why would anyone do that to themselves?" It isn't a question that he can answer, and so he doesn't try. He considers reaching out, for a moment, to offer the comfort he knows that people seek in these sorts of moments, but his own insecurities and Amalia's sudden rallying stay his hands.
"Oh, uh..." He glances back to the stacks, to the rows of old books, reaching out to run his fingers over them. "If you'd like. I find putting my mind to work helps me, when I don't feel steady," he says. Finn reaches up to pluck one of the works down; it's old, barely legible, but that's what researchers are for. "I am trying to look for evidence of the first Ascended. And how they came to be. What happened at the Festival of Lights is unprecedented, as far as I know."
"Oh, uh..." He glances back to the stacks, to the rows of old books, reaching out to run his fingers over them. "If you'd like. I find putting my mind to work helps me, when I don't feel steady," he says. Finn reaches up to pluck one of the works down; it's old, barely legible, but that's what researchers are for. "I am trying to look for evidence of the first Ascended. And how they came to be. What happened at the Festival of Lights is unprecedented, as far as I know."
FINN
