awareness is the enemy of sanity
"I want nothing from any god," Finn hisses, almost under his breath for fear that someone like Gideon or Cian might hear. He has tangled with Safrin once, and it had led him to believe things about himself that weren't true. It had pushed him to the edge of his confidence, of what he was capable of doing and being, and all it had given him was a sense of wariness and trepidation towards one of the only things that brings him peace.
He scoffs, unable to help himself as Remi places the burden, once again, on his shoulders. "If you find a way to keep yourself from me, you take it," he suggests. "It is not my responsibility to keep you under control." Dragging himself from the wall, he feels a tightness in his chest, a growing lump in his throat. "I would say goodbye, but I feel as though I will see you again soon." Like it or not.
He scoffs, unable to help himself as Remi places the burden, once again, on his shoulders. "If you find a way to keep yourself from me, you take it," he suggests. "It is not my responsibility to keep you under control." Dragging himself from the wall, he feels a tightness in his chest, a growing lump in his throat. "I would say goodbye, but I feel as though I will see you again soon." Like it or not.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
