Finn shook his head. “I don’t do this to gain anything from you or from the situation. I do this because it has become my nature to do so.” He told the man with a soft smile settling on his lips. His greys have grown warmer like the rich shades of a summer storm. As if he was trying to take some of the heat off those words directed at him. As if he absorbed it willingly without burning or getting burned.
Then the stranger asked questions that Finn was directing at himself arcs back at the beginning of his own journey and very much so the last time he met Ymiden. There was the lack of belief in himself, in the pain-free existence that he could have if he was willing to. His heart was beating strong in his chest with determination to try and show this man relief that he could also achieve. Yet, there were many hurdles to overcome.
“I agree. We are all different. What has brought me solace might not bring it to you. In fact, it most likely won’t and I don’t expect you to walk the same path I did even if you choose to explore this option of forgiveness and understanding.” Shifting in his seat, Finn turned to face the blonde slightly more head-on rather than just having his head turned.
“You see, I would argue though that you have not shut all your feelings down, but chose which ones you’re going to indulge. And it is natural to do so. We all do that. But if you choose hatred and vengeance, then you can choose otherwise too." Finn then paused, tapping his fingers against his thigh, wondering if the next question was too much of a gamble or not. "Say, what is your very first memory of your father? The very first one you can recall.” Whether it was good or bad, Finn knew he would be closer to understanding the driving forces behind the men's actions - the father's and son's.
