FINN
”In relation to the other, of course,” Finn says, much more interested in variables rather than mere numbers. If only the moment of joviality could continue; alas, they are already back onto the usual prickly topics of his job and the obligations that Remi wants no part in. ”You have never been to Stormbreak.” Finn shrugs his shoulders (regretting it instantly with the flash of pain), his tone equally light and infinitely certain.
The offence taken by the Alchemist lights something almost - almost - mischievous in Finn’s eyes, and he rubs at the sore muscles that run down the back of his neck and shoulders. ”Yes, well. I rather failed in my recruitment of you, so you no longer hold interest,” he says. ”At least not until someone more skilled comes along to sweet talk you.”
Finn doesn’t think they are naive, not at all, and it shows in his expression. ”I do not believe in war,” he murmurs. ”But I do believe in prevention.”
The offence taken by the Alchemist lights something almost - almost - mischievous in Finn’s eyes, and he rubs at the sore muscles that run down the back of his neck and shoulders. ”Yes, well. I rather failed in my recruitment of you, so you no longer hold interest,” he says. ”At least not until someone more skilled comes along to sweet talk you.”
Finn doesn’t think they are naive, not at all, and it shows in his expression. ”I do not believe in war,” he murmurs. ”But I do believe in prevention.”
