You know, sometimes, Finn can be such a pain in the nether regions.
But lately, he's been a comfort.
I told him about the nightmares.
He just nodded and nodded and nodded. As if he knew. As if he understood.
But he can't take the dreams away. Only I can do that.
Aside from the vivid nighttime images, I can't remember much from that day.
I remember running to his fallen body, cradling his head in my arms, listening as his final, tortured breath escaped him. The blade jutted from his open chest, still quivering.
I faintly remember pulling the sword out.
I remember my enemy's eyes, as they widened in shock.
I remember...staring down on two broken bodies.
But every other moment is blurry. As if my mind can't put the pieces together.
Can't...or won't.