awareness is the enemy of sanity
Normally politeness and social convention would dictate that Finn insist, at least once, that Remi accept the scarf from him, given the temperature. But on this occasion he quietly loops the garment back around his neck, his nose and mouth covered away as they walk across the icy cobbles. "After the waterfall?" Finn glances across at Remi, remembering that next dream that the Lullaby had unintentionally slipped into, when Ronin had been forced to rescue him from himself.
Finn, of course, doesn't actually recall very much about that, having been overdosing at the time, but he knows Remi was there. He knows that they flew out of the waterfall, away from some great horror. "Or before then?" His cheeks colour as he gazes back at the ground; he does remember that other dream, his shoulders hunching a bit. "I am sorry for the things I did."
Finn, of course, doesn't actually recall very much about that, having been overdosing at the time, but he knows Remi was there. He knows that they flew out of the waterfall, away from some great horror. "Or before then?" His cheeks colour as he gazes back at the ground; he does remember that other dream, his shoulders hunching a bit. "I am sorry for the things I did."
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
