FINN
and into the forest i go,
”I don’t want to look around.” Finn doesn’t mean to snap - or perhaps he does. He’s lost and adrift in a madness that he can’t climb out of, made all the more infuriating by the man opposite. A man offering answers to questions he didn’t ask, sitting smug and compliant in this murderous not-reality. He merely shakes his head and swipes at his eyes at the insistence that he apparently knows how to awaken from this, that he knows how to get himself out of this predicament.
”What do you want,” he demands suddenly, the fractured storm in his blue eyes appealing for truth. ”You’re everywhere - everywhere. I can’t get away from you, you’re inside me, I—” His voice cracks away from the rest of what he wants to say; Finn feels like he’s burning, like the walls and the floor are sticky and swimming, like soup.
”What do you want,” he demands suddenly, the fractured storm in his blue eyes appealing for truth. ”You’re everywhere - everywhere. I can’t get away from you, you’re inside me, I—” His voice cracks away from the rest of what he wants to say; Finn feels like he’s burning, like the walls and the floor are sticky and swimming, like soup.
to lose my mind and find my soul
