FINN
the spyglass
it is only through mystery and madness
Finn doesn't really have anything to say to that, but the soft smile that he's no longer able to bury in his scarf speaks volumes. For a man who has grown up without anything at all - worse, with only his body to offer as value - to hear out loud that he's clever, even by proxy, means more than Tobi can know. "I will have a report on your desk before LongNight is through," he tells her simply, quietly certain about that fact.
The amusement - pride, even - dampens completely to hear that some patients don't treat Tobi with the respect and kindness that, in Finn's opinion, she sorely deserves. His brows knit together in a frown, the Spyglass struggling to articulate the tangle of emotions that he feels regarding the matter. "I am so sorry," he says, though he understands better than most how cruel people can be. And that's even without the pain and the fear.
There's no argument about how sandpaper-like the Eye can be, and Finn's attention is soon stolen by the matter of the time. "I think it was about... six in the evening, when we left?" It's a stab in the (literal) dark, but knowing Finn, he's on the dot. "Not too late, I imagine."
The amusement - pride, even - dampens completely to hear that some patients don't treat Tobi with the respect and kindness that, in Finn's opinion, she sorely deserves. His brows knit together in a frown, the Spyglass struggling to articulate the tangle of emotions that he feels regarding the matter. "I am so sorry," he says, though he understands better than most how cruel people can be. And that's even without the pain and the fear.
There's no argument about how sandpaper-like the Eye can be, and Finn's attention is soon stolen by the matter of the time. "I think it was about... six in the evening, when we left?" It's a stab in the (literal) dark, but knowing Finn, he's on the dot. "Not too late, I imagine."
that the soul is revealed
