awareness is the enemy of sanity
It wouldn't be a good idea. It would be a phenomenally bad idea, in fact, and Finn swallows hard and tries not to imagine the very things that plague Remi's mind's eye. The Lullaby looks up and the Spyglass looks down - he would like nothing more than to ooze away through the cracks in the cobbles, to somewhere dark and quiet where he can be something better than Finn Rosencrantz. "I don't know how to stop you," he says, equally as helpless, but managing to encompass all that he feels with that single sentence.
Powerless, weak, someone to be used and consumed. "You... you said you know the way... from here?" His head dips towards his shoulder, to use the lapel of his coat to wipe at his eyes. "I don't know what to do, Remi. I'm sorry."
Powerless, weak, someone to be used and consumed. "You... you said you know the way... from here?" His head dips towards his shoulder, to use the lapel of his coat to wipe at his eyes. "I don't know what to do, Remi. I'm sorry."
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
