awareness is the enemy of sanity
There are many words for what Finn is and what he isn't. He's fractured, certainly. Broken if not intelligent, well-meaning if not quietly, tragically sad. He isn't a cruel man by nature, even if he has the capability to do very cruel things. And so the idea of Remi forcing himself to burn away all traces of the Spyglass... it sits uncomfortably to say the least. "Don't do that," he blurts, his hands emerging from his pockets to rake back through his hair.
"Don't... don't change part of yourself on my account. That was... it was wrong of me to suggest." At war with himself as the Spyglass inevitably is, he grimaces and glances back at Remi. "I do not hate you. It isn't you, it's..." He gestures at the world at large. "I just... I can't give you what you want, Remi. I can offer friendship - barely. I can talk research and academics. I can walk through the Celestine, or play music. But not... not that."
It isn't something he can explain with something as stilted as words.
"Don't... don't change part of yourself on my account. That was... it was wrong of me to suggest." At war with himself as the Spyglass inevitably is, he grimaces and glances back at Remi. "I do not hate you. It isn't you, it's..." He gestures at the world at large. "I just... I can't give you what you want, Remi. I can offer friendship - barely. I can talk research and academics. I can walk through the Celestine, or play music. But not... not that."
It isn't something he can explain with something as stilted as words.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
