awareness is the enemy of sanity
”It’s not my job to decide who counts and who doesn’t. I’m just the how,” Finn says, wincing a little as Remi moves his arms, though he stands straight and upright, letting the Alchemist do his job. An unasked for and much appreciated job, though the Spyglass isn’t able to express that right now. ”Hunger doesn’t really care about consequences,” he points out, holding his breath and trying hard to focus on anything but the screaming in his ribs.
Oblivious to the other man’s hang-ups over touching him - Finn has hang-ups over everything, in fairness, and he’s near dead on his feet with exhaustion - he merely lets him get on with it. ”Jewellery. And a statue of Safrin,” he says quietly. ”Twenty lashes, they gave me. Passed out after... twelve, maybe? I’m told they stopped holding back after that.” Flinching and realising he’s slouched, he works on straightening his back again.
”Meant I fetched a lower price at the silk houses.” Brothels, in order words. ”The scars put the men off. Most of them, anyway. But I was told I had a pretty face, so there’s that I suppose.” His smile is pained but boyish.
Oblivious to the other man’s hang-ups over touching him - Finn has hang-ups over everything, in fairness, and he’s near dead on his feet with exhaustion - he merely lets him get on with it. ”Jewellery. And a statue of Safrin,” he says quietly. ”Twenty lashes, they gave me. Passed out after... twelve, maybe? I’m told they stopped holding back after that.” Flinching and realising he’s slouched, he works on straightening his back again.
”Meant I fetched a lower price at the silk houses.” Brothels, in order words. ”The scars put the men off. Most of them, anyway. But I was told I had a pretty face, so there’s that I suppose.” His smile is pained but boyish.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
