awareness is the enemy of sanity
I would have let you. I wouldn't have minded. Finn doesn't know how to take that, only knowing that his mouth is suddenly dry, that he doesn't know how to respond to the man standing such a short distance away. But he can feel Remi's eyes on him, and despite the pain it causes, Finn does glance up to meet his gaze. "Why?" he wonders, confused by the response. Because this is not the first time someone has said as much to the Spyglass, only the last one had not shared Remi's reticence. He had been that sort of man.
Finn hears the soft pluck of strings in the back of his mind, echoing down the scales of his memory. "I have nothing you want," he assures him, absently burrowing a little further into the scarf wrapped about his face. "I am just trying to get by." Just trying to survive.
Finn hears the soft pluck of strings in the back of his mind, echoing down the scales of his memory. "I have nothing you want," he assures him, absently burrowing a little further into the scarf wrapped about his face. "I am just trying to get by." Just trying to survive.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
