Finn doesn’t respond, just makes a frustrated noise and keeps pacing.
He hated this room, he hated all this weird stuff and the ugly floral painting on the wall he kept looking at. He felt trapped and cornered and wanted to…to fight. Except apparently he sucked at that now.
And this was the better outcome…he was the lucky version of Finn. It made him want to cry again but he was sick of crying, and especially sick of crying in front of his brothers.
“This is stupid,” he finally shouts, although what isn’t immediately clear. “Why are we even here? I don’t want to talk about this, why would anybody want to talk about this?”
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He hated this room, he hated all this weird stuff and the ugly floral painting on the wall he kept looking at. He felt trapped and cornered and wanted to…to fight. Except apparently he sucked at that now.
And this was the better outcome…he was the lucky version of Finn. It made him want to cry again but he was sick of crying, and especially sick of crying in front of his brothers.
“This is stupid,” he finally shouts, although what isn’t immediately clear. “Why are we even here? I don’t want to talk about this, why would anybody want to talk about this?”