[ the six-year-old iteration of himself lets her touch him, embraces her back. this fragment of himself was still blindly trusting, hadn't had his heart ripped out. that came later.
that one's back in reality, snapping out of what had just happened to him. sitting up experimentally. ]
Yeah.
[ if there was one thing he still cared about in this horrible, broken world, it was finn. finn saved him from certain death. finn chose to be good in a world where nothing matters. finn chose him in a world where nothing matters.
if nobody was intrinsically good, if everyone was just whatever they chose to be with a slant towards selfishness, those choices meant more to him now.
he wipes his face off with the sleeve of his jacket. had he been crying? he didn't remember crying, and the sleeve came up dry, but ...
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that one's back in reality, snapping out of what had just happened to him. sitting up experimentally. ]
Yeah.
[ if there was one thing he still cared about in this horrible, broken world, it was finn. finn saved him from certain death. finn chose to be good in a world where nothing matters. finn chose him in a world where nothing matters.
if nobody was intrinsically good, if everyone was just whatever they chose to be with a slant towards selfishness, those choices meant more to him now.
he wipes his face off with the sleeve of his jacket. had he been crying? he didn't remember crying, and the sleeve came up dry, but ...
it was easier not to think about it. ]
I'd like that a lot.