awareness is the enemy of sanity
Finn crouches down before the craft, peering at the inner workings, the way things all fit together just so. It makes sense, as he peels it apart in his mind; not something he could come up with in his wildest dreams, but certainly something he is interested in figuring out. ”It’s helpful,” he says quietly, and within those two words lie a thread neatly tied together, something he has just figured out about Remi.
”Perhaps you should show them more about the way you think,” he suggests, rising to his feet again and gazing up around the bubble of good weather that has been created around them. ”If it is too wet to test, why make it on the beach?” he wonders out loud.
”Perhaps you should show them more about the way you think,” he suggests, rising to his feet again and gazing up around the bubble of good weather that has been created around them. ”If it is too wet to test, why make it on the beach?” he wonders out loud.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
