awareness is the enemy of sanity
"He will not enjoy that, given his suspicion around the Ascended," Finn remarks, his fingers dancing across the strings as if the blood makes it easier for them to move. It might have been a joke if it weren't for the fact that he's entirely serious about it, his gaze only lifting back up towards the doctor as she leans down beside him with her medical bag. In the back of his mind Finn knows this is strange, knows he isn't reacting well, but he's stuck in this routine of caging himself in his own mind.
Still, his hands falter again, ever so slightly, at Tobi's question, his need to repeat conflicting with social expectations. "I... I am not sure I have hands to spare," he admits under his breath, though he does try. His fingers still on the guitar, the melody ringing out a hollow final note, but he can't seem to put the instrument down. "What do you need?"
Still, his hands falter again, ever so slightly, at Tobi's question, his need to repeat conflicting with social expectations. "I... I am not sure I have hands to spare," he admits under his breath, though he does try. His fingers still on the guitar, the melody ringing out a hollow final note, but he can't seem to put the instrument down. "What do you need?"
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
