awareness is the enemy of sanity
”It’s you...?” Finn risks glancing at Remi, the gesture fleeting, like he’s afraid he won’t catch the water-vine again if he looks away for too long. That it’s still there when his attention returns to it is reassuring, and he lets out a long and shaky breath, nodding. ”I see. It... was not a poor attempt at humour. It was merely poorly received. That is not your fault,” he explains, reaching out again for the vine just as it snakes away, returning to the depths.
Finn forces his shoulders to relax, his smile little more than a pantomime of the real thing. ”You aren’t wrong in that respect. It does make it easier... but I never know if I’m just projecting onto you,” he admits. ”I know little about the man you once were. But I know enough about myself that I would not disrespect you by comparing us.”
Finn forces his shoulders to relax, his smile little more than a pantomime of the real thing. ”You aren’t wrong in that respect. It does make it easier... but I never know if I’m just projecting onto you,” he admits. ”I know little about the man you once were. But I know enough about myself that I would not disrespect you by comparing us.”
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
