FINN
and into the forest i go,
”I don’t understand,” Finn whispers, and if he listens closely he can hear his mind creaking with the effort to remain intact in the face of all of this. For all their similarities, he is not Remi Taliesin - the Spyglass is boiling alive in his own mind, and he won’t last however long it takes to find a cure. ”All that’s left?” When Finn looks up he’s no longer naked, no longer young and clean shaven.
No, Finn is fresh from Apopo now, streaked with soot and ash, bloodied and battered with eyes red-rimmed from fever. His lips are dry and he tilts his head back against the wall, his chest heaving with sobs that won’t come. ”I don’t want to die like this. Not here, not back here,” he says hoarsely, rubbing at his forehead.
No, Finn is fresh from Apopo now, streaked with soot and ash, bloodied and battered with eyes red-rimmed from fever. His lips are dry and he tilts his head back against the wall, his chest heaving with sobs that won’t come. ”I don’t want to die like this. Not here, not back here,” he says hoarsely, rubbing at his forehead.
to lose my mind and find my soul
