awareness is the enemy of sanity
Spitting more blood onto the ground, Finn watches through glazed eyes as the thugs turn tail and run away. Unlike Remi, he is relieved, and he hastily pats his pockets to ensure all is in place. It is, thanks to the Alchemist; even the paper bag is damp but intact nearby, and Finn grits bloody teeth to lean down and recover it. He huffs out a laugh that turns into a cough, straightening up and testing his weight and balance on his feet. It’s not great, but it’s been worse.
”I’ll manage I think,” he says. ”As one of Ludo’s chosen, I’d be surprised if you did have abilities to help with this. Nice shadows, though.” Honestly, it just slips out - Finn doesn’t even know if what he’s seeing is real, and he limps to the mouth of the alleyway, bloodied and soaked through. ”Thanks,” he manages. ”I’ve got to ask - were you following me?” A small, pained smirk; a throwback to Remi’s question in a previous conversation.
”I’ll manage I think,” he says. ”As one of Ludo’s chosen, I’d be surprised if you did have abilities to help with this. Nice shadows, though.” Honestly, it just slips out - Finn doesn’t even know if what he’s seeing is real, and he limps to the mouth of the alleyway, bloodied and soaked through. ”Thanks,” he manages. ”I’ve got to ask - were you following me?” A small, pained smirk; a throwback to Remi’s question in a previous conversation.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
