“I mean, it’s all good,” Finn shrugs, pointing to his head again. “All that weird guilt mixup in my melon that made it so I couldn’t slay monsters? Taken care of. I figured out how to make it work for me.”

There was a hint of self pride in the statement.

“Also…Fern’s not dead anymore, so. Nothing to feel bad about.” There was less pride in that statement, and more of a flatness. He just thought it would be good for Jermaine to know.