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“Do you not think that may be a reason why I am reluctant to form more attachments to people? You and Aimee, I couldn’t get rid of either of you– you’re like leeches over the years. If it were me, I would prefer to be alone,” his voice grew quiet it as he absentmindedly pet Parker. It was true, he didn’t really know when they all gravitated to each others orbits– just all of a sudden, Finn had someone tagging along with him that he couldn’t get rid of. Not that he would change it now, but that doesn’t change the fact that one day he may wake up and they will be lingering over him, only spirits request guidance while he’s left behind. “Every time I wake from an episode or after some tragedy and I see those around me, I have to ask them… ‘are you alive’, because I don’t know. Won’t know for sure until they answer. Do you know what that is going to do to me when it’s you? Or Aimee? When Camille died, I almost did too.” His voice grew hoarse but he continued. “Why would I subject myself to torture, even if I get some years of happiness, when one day I’m going to see my loved ones dead and have to help them move on. Away from me. Where I will be right where I started… alone.”
“You don’t mean that.” Frederick mirrored the medium’s quieted response with his own, knowing Finn’s words weren’t meant in a harmful way, only highlighting the truth of his point. When the popularity of kingdoms rose and fell in the society, he fancied traveling the world alone at the start, colliding with Aimee every so often until unexpectedly dragging the unusual friendship with Finn along for the ride. Freddie listened carefully, listened closely with such patience he often scoffed at and everything unbecoming of the vampire. It was a wonder he sat in a throne for hours on end hearing complaints he could easily vanquish with one command. “I’ve seen firsthand the stages of heartbreak you are forced to partake, I even understand the hesitancy to hold anything close, but you have allowed fear to rule over your decisions in the centuries I have known you.” Leaning backwards in his chair and wincing at the groaning squeak, he pondered his next response. “You believe with every fiber of your being that it is better to be alone in the confidence no one can hurt you. A behavior simple enough to push those closest away, which is precisely what you want. Finn,” The male slipped a slow sigh from his lips, “You’ve been alone for a very, very long period. When will you realize it’s slowly killing you from the inside out?”












