awareness is the enemy of sanity
"Do not give yourself so much credit. Almost all of my dreams are nightmares," Finn mutters; it wouldn't matter if Remi had been a friend or foe - the odds were good that Finn's mind would warp his waking moments into something monstrous and prickly, when the Spyglass eventually did manage to sleep. He doesn't, however, deny the way he looks at Remi. But then he hasn't seen him for seasons, and this first time was hardly a polite reunion.
He's still watching the ground as they walk, able to see the yawning void of Apopo, able to see the knife, the feathers, the blood. "And I never wanted to kill you. But I would have cut you very deeply," he echoes, and the world around him seems to slow and fade, as it had done once when they were both fevered and climbing the side of the mountain.
Then Remi comes out with it, and the words are enough to send a fresh wave of nausea through the Spyglass. "What a shame that I no longer wear blue silks," he mutters, having stopped in the middle of the street; he might well have done the same thing whether or not the Lullaby knew the way from here.
"What stopped you?" he wonders. "Ordinarily you take what you want."
He's still watching the ground as they walk, able to see the yawning void of Apopo, able to see the knife, the feathers, the blood. "And I never wanted to kill you. But I would have cut you very deeply," he echoes, and the world around him seems to slow and fade, as it had done once when they were both fevered and climbing the side of the mountain.
Then Remi comes out with it, and the words are enough to send a fresh wave of nausea through the Spyglass. "What a shame that I no longer wear blue silks," he mutters, having stopped in the middle of the street; he might well have done the same thing whether or not the Lullaby knew the way from here.
"What stopped you?" he wonders. "Ordinarily you take what you want."
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
