awareness is the enemy of sanity
"That is not how it feels," Finn murmurs, the Spyglass trying not to look out of the corner of his eye towards Remi precisely because they look so similar, because bundled up as Finn is and stripped down as the alchemist is, they very well could be the same person strolling along together. "It is not... I have never dreamed like that, before. And never again since," he says, like that might make a difference. Like it might make it make sense.
But nothing makes sense, not the whirl of violence and terror that dogged his dreams with Remi, not the residual feelings that Finn cannot seem to come to terms with. Not the way he simultaneously needs to distance himself from Remi, but he also can't help but drift closer. "They say they found us together, at Apopo. Back in LongHeat. Do you remember...?"
But nothing makes sense, not the whirl of violence and terror that dogged his dreams with Remi, not the residual feelings that Finn cannot seem to come to terms with. Not the way he simultaneously needs to distance himself from Remi, but he also can't help but drift closer. "They say they found us together, at Apopo. Back in LongHeat. Do you remember...?"
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
