finn
it always feels more quiet in the dark
"For not..." Finn waves imperiously at the tray now set down on the table, as if that might to help sum up what his words could not. He lets his gaze follow a raindrop down the window pane and takes another thoughtful bite of his toast, before his attention snaps dutifully towards the conversation. "Would you like to leave?" he asks, as sudden as it is quiet. There is no hidden agenda in Finn's words, either; he's simply asking for Tobi's honesty.
"I thought that I would want to stay," he confesses. "Once the shock wore off. But I... I barely remember my parents' house. And then I was on the streets, then at Molly's... then the Tower. I don't have any ties with this place, so... if you want to go, I think we should go." The fact that Ronin has things well in hand almost makes it easier, in fact.
"There is one thing, though," he adds. "Whether we stay or we go, there is a music shop in the Silk Houses. I would like to get a new guitar."
"I thought that I would want to stay," he confesses. "Once the shock wore off. But I... I barely remember my parents' house. And then I was on the streets, then at Molly's... then the Tower. I don't have any ties with this place, so... if you want to go, I think we should go." The fact that Ronin has things well in hand almost makes it easier, in fact.
"There is one thing, though," he adds. "Whether we stay or we go, there is a music shop in the Silk Houses. I would like to get a new guitar."
it always feels so stark
