awareness is the enemy of sanity
Finn's lips part as if to respond to that - to say that it should matter, that killing anyone should matter, but he doesn't know if he believes it any more. There are a lot of things he does not know if he believes, these days. Letting out a sigh rather than offering anything concrete, at first, in response to Remi's quip about the clarity of his dreams, he can only shake his head. "That isn't what I mean. I just... I very rarely have dreams that aren't nightmares. And I don't know what those dreams were."
Fever hallucinations? Lucid nightmares? He isn't sure he even wants to know, swallowing hard and regretting saying anything at all.
Even more so as Remi continues, as they turn the corner onto a large bridge, heading out towards the city walls, towards the Dragon's Nest. They drop into step, suddenly, and Finn can see the edge of the volcano yawning away before him. He lifts a hand from his pocket to gaze into it, like he can see the feather that had been pressed against him, bloody and matted. "Yes," he says, not unkindly. "Yes, I remember it. It was madness."
Fever hallucinations? Lucid nightmares? He isn't sure he even wants to know, swallowing hard and regretting saying anything at all.
Even more so as Remi continues, as they turn the corner onto a large bridge, heading out towards the city walls, towards the Dragon's Nest. They drop into step, suddenly, and Finn can see the edge of the volcano yawning away before him. He lifts a hand from his pocket to gaze into it, like he can see the feather that had been pressed against him, bloody and matted. "Yes," he says, not unkindly. "Yes, I remember it. It was madness."
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
