memory’s so treacherous
"It is sad," Finn agrees, because he and his son are alike in an abundance of ways, and the Spyglass will never shy away from having frank conversations with him. He pulls on his coat and scarf and together they leave the office, weaving through the Collegium and out towards the exit of the Tower. "But at least it might help you to understand why some of your classmates say hurtful things. They are trying not to look at their own problems. They probably don't mean it."
No sooner is one crisis averted when Everest throws another onto the fire, and Finn glances across at his son with a stormy gaze that's suddenly sharper than it was before. "She did?" he echoes, holding open the door so Ever can step outside into the snow. "Did you want to hold her hand back?" he asks. "Because if you didn't, you can always tell her to stop, Ever. Okay?"
No sooner is one crisis averted when Everest throws another onto the fire, and Finn glances across at his son with a stormy gaze that's suddenly sharper than it was before. "She did?" he echoes, holding open the door so Ever can step outside into the snow. "Did you want to hold her hand back?" he asks. "Because if you didn't, you can always tell her to stop, Ever. Okay?"
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
