“I’m talking about you-“ Finn takes a breath, grinding his teeth a little. “The way you guys argue about me, and the way you…you get all, stupid and jealous! It’s not my fault our parents died and everything got messed up! I was just a dumb baby!”

He was holding so tightly to the statue that his hands hurt. Almost as much as his chest hurt, the words hurtling out of him angrily, faster than he could possibly take them back.