we are all broken
"There are books on every subject imaginable," Finn says dryly, a small smile playing across his lips. Has he been researching dates in the same way he might research demigods? That is between Finn, the librarian, and perhaps his sense of humour. Either way, he doesn't need to read or study or do anything scholarly to know that he enjoys this; the soft tranquility of a stroll through the woods with Tobi is both everything and nothing like he imagined today would be, and he feels some tense little thread within him start to slowly unspool.
"That's two dates we have planned, just since we have been here," he remarks, about to suggest that they add a third to the list when the sound of rushing water up ahead draws his attention. It isn't the Crimson Cataract, he doesn't think, but they are likely about to come upon the Stonesong. "I wonder if we will pass by the Sea of Branches," he says, almost to himself.
"That's two dates we have planned, just since we have been here," he remarks, about to suggest that they add a third to the list when the sound of rushing water up ahead draws his attention. It isn't the Crimson Cataract, he doesn't think, but they are likely about to come upon the Stonesong. "I wonder if we will pass by the Sea of Branches," he says, almost to himself.
that’s how the light gets in
