you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
It's almost without thinking that Finn tilts his head to rest it against October's curls - he's wiped out, exhausted by the drugs fleeing his system, and he can't do much more than sink into the sofa. It feels better than he expects to let it out - he'd wanted to tell Tobi since getting his orders, and now, although it is far too late, they are at least up to speed with one another. (Or so the Spyglass thinks, anyway).
"I would always be worried that it had come for a price," he agrees about Cian's offer. "I would be waiting for it every day." His nod is only very slight, given how close he is to the doctor. She doesn't say it out loud, that she thinks he has done the right thing, but Finn seems to feel it nevertheless. His eyes close, if only for a moment, blinking open only briefly as she shifts about.
The offer to heal his bruises, though - he shakes his head, though she probably expects that. "I can barely feel them," he admits. "And it's too dangerous here besides." Now it's her turn, and he glances down at her questioningly. "What did I miss while I was away?"
"I would always be worried that it had come for a price," he agrees about Cian's offer. "I would be waiting for it every day." His nod is only very slight, given how close he is to the doctor. She doesn't say it out loud, that she thinks he has done the right thing, but Finn seems to feel it nevertheless. His eyes close, if only for a moment, blinking open only briefly as she shifts about.
The offer to heal his bruises, though - he shakes his head, though she probably expects that. "I can barely feel them," he admits. "And it's too dangerous here besides." Now it's her turn, and he glances down at her questioningly. "What did I miss while I was away?"
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
