Nah, nah. [He says it maybe too quickly for that to be the absolute truth, but it's not a lie either.] I mean, not more than I usually am when I'm marching towards a big fight, right?
[It's meant as a joke and Finn chuckles a little, stoking the fading embers of his fire back to life with a branch. They popped to life in a brilliant glow, sending up sparks to catch fresh kindling. It kinda reminded Finn of Nettle's hair.]
I guess what I'm thinkin' about is, like... it's weird how people change, I guess. Like, I only know the you I know now, but you must've been like a hundred other people before I met you. And I'll never know any of those people, not unless you tell me about 'em, and does that even really count as knowing them?
[Oh yeah. The campfire was doing its job. Finn looks a little sheepish, realizing how he'd been rambling.]
Is that weird to say? I dunno if other humans think about this stuff.
[What comes off as typical teenage self-absorption (could anyone else possibly feel the same as I do?) actually has a much more literal source. Being a part of the Ximilia crew was the first time Finn spent any significant time with other humans. He could now at least say he'd met other humans in his world, but the deeper parts of knowing someone? The stuff they feared, the way they thought... Finn never got the chance to get that close.
Maybe that's half the reason his interest is trained so keenly on Natasha now, hesitatingly reaching across the physical and metaphorical distance between them for some sort of connection.]
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[It's meant as a joke and Finn chuckles a little, stoking the fading embers of his fire back to life with a branch. They popped to life in a brilliant glow, sending up sparks to catch fresh kindling. It kinda reminded Finn of Nettle's hair.]
I guess what I'm thinkin' about is, like... it's weird how people change, I guess. Like, I only know the you I know now, but you must've been like a hundred other people before I met you. And I'll never know any of those people, not unless you tell me about 'em, and does that even really count as knowing them?
[Oh yeah. The campfire was doing its job. Finn looks a little sheepish, realizing how he'd been rambling.]
Is that weird to say? I dunno if other humans think about this stuff.
[What comes off as typical teenage self-absorption (could anyone else possibly feel the same as I do?) actually has a much more literal source. Being a part of the Ximilia crew was the first time Finn spent any significant time with other humans. He could now at least say he'd met other humans in his world, but the deeper parts of knowing someone? The stuff they feared, the way they thought... Finn never got the chance to get that close.
Maybe that's half the reason his interest is trained so keenly on Natasha now, hesitatingly reaching across the physical and metaphorical distance between them for some sort of connection.]
Do you think about this stuff?