awareness is the enemy of sanity
The movement in the room sharpens his focus further, however momentary it might be, and both Finn and Remi find themselves in that curious state of halfway to somewhere else, before thinking better of it. ”You... you’re Governor of Torchline,” he points out. ”Married. Chosen by Ludo. Definitely makes it seem like you manage.” Though in fairness, that is entirely Finn’s opinion.
Raising a hand to rub at eyes that physically ache with exhaustion, the Spyglass lets out a shaky not-laugh (because Remi warned him not to). ”I need a lot more than what’s in that bag,” he mutters, before giving a small, vulnerable sort of nod without dropping his hand from his face. ”If you wouldn’t mind. They’re tea leaves, but there’s a powder in there too, for emergencies.” It’s an emergency is what he doesn’t say.
Raising a hand to rub at eyes that physically ache with exhaustion, the Spyglass lets out a shaky not-laugh (because Remi warned him not to). ”I need a lot more than what’s in that bag,” he mutters, before giving a small, vulnerable sort of nod without dropping his hand from his face. ”If you wouldn’t mind. They’re tea leaves, but there’s a powder in there too, for emergencies.” It’s an emergency is what he doesn’t say.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
