i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun,
His hand closes around Tobi's, even as the other swaps chocolate for a segment of orange, as if the shifting flavours on his tongue will keep his mind occupied. It half works, too, which is a good thing considering the news the doctor is about to deliver to him. Swallowing his piece of orange hard (and only nearly choking on it), Finn inhales a sharp breath that stings in his throat. "Oh," he wheezes. "Oh, gods that's... I'm so sorry. That is terrible." He had liked Sera. And Luciana's death was no less sad for not having known her well.
"...I don't think I want to be a part of the Order any more." It's a whisper, one that comes out laden with guilt and leaves Finn feeling empty and weak. Like he's not good enough, not strong enough for any of this. He isn't a hero and he isn't a demigod, and there's no puppeteer pulling his strings to give him the illusion of confidence now, either. "I'm sorry, Tobi."
"...I don't think I want to be a part of the Order any more." It's a whisper, one that comes out laden with guilt and leaves Finn feeling empty and weak. Like he's not good enough, not strong enough for any of this. He isn't a hero and he isn't a demigod, and there's no puppeteer pulling his strings to give him the illusion of confidence now, either. "I'm sorry, Tobi."
tucked away in your chest
FINN
