awareness is the enemy of sanity
”You are better off that way,” Finn assures him. ”It will make you a better Governor.” He turns now to face the waves, watching the white horses race towards the shore, the slate grey of the sky colouring the water like steel. Blinking himself back to the here and now, he raises his eyebrows to hear he reminds Remi of someone. ”That,” he says, ”is the first time someone has ever said that to me.” The smile is still sad, but as he turns back to the Alchemist there’s a touch of amusement there too. ”Who?”
There’s little else to do, so Finn finds himself sinking down to sit in the sand on the other side of Remi’s contraption, enjoying the patter of the rain against his bubble of protection. ”My home is close to the ocean, but far from it at the same time. It’s always been untouchable, for me. Like a dream.”
There’s little else to do, so Finn finds himself sinking down to sit in the sand on the other side of Remi’s contraption, enjoying the patter of the rain against his bubble of protection. ”My home is close to the ocean, but far from it at the same time. It’s always been untouchable, for me. Like a dream.”
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
