I don't know why, but I drew my once-main twin characters in the same style. They also previously appeared in Black Phone, but I later removed them and replaced them with Leona. Overall, they live well in their own project.
And comparing me to my character. I don't know why, but let it be here. I don't like drawing my face in any style, so I'll always have a mask on my face, haha.
So lets say someone was to rewrite the Black Phone 2 so that Finney's powers are more important to the ghost children subplot (Gwen's storyline is left basically identical. Would people prefer that Terrence is alive and carries the same role he does in the film? Or would people prefer that Terrence is dead/dying? Or a secret third option, he's alive and just not as relevant to the plot (doesn't come to help Finney and Gwen at Alpine Lake)?
"Behind that kind of anger.. is fear." Mando's words carried heft that fell short of Finn's listening ears.
Finn turned his head to meet Mando's eyes, shaking it slightly to dismiss the notion. "I'm not afraid of anything."
"I know one thing you're afraid of." No budging. It ticked him off.
His lips curled into an antagonistic grin, brows rising to meet the edge of his skullcap. "Yeah?" He nodded quick, clipped, bristling, and raked his teeth over his bottom lip. "What's that?"
'The Grabber' is what he expected to hear. 'The dark,' or maybe, 'Walking home alone.' He pulled his lower lip into his mouth to worry at with his teeth.
"That you can't protect your sister." Motherfucker.
As Mando turned his head away to continue, tension poured into Finn's features. His shoulders tightened and he sat a little straighter, turning and bringing the end of his blunt to his lips to take another hit. Something about the "wrong path."
So, he really wasn't that much different from the other adults who sat him down to give him a "tough love talk." Mando looked at him again, and the older man's tone said that Finn should be paying attention. Finn rolled his lips and turned his gaze to the snow at his feet.
"Finn," fine. His brows drew together, but he gave in and met Mando's eyes, "son, I.. This is what I do for a living."
Mando glanced off then looked back at Finn. The sincerity made him uncomfortable. "I meet half a dozen kids like you every year."
Finn looked away again. He felt the numbness in his hands reaching up into his arms. The cold was starting to bother him less and he pointedly pushed that thought aside with another hit off his blunt.
"Kids who are told this is who they have to be."
Finn grimaced, still refusing to look again, and exhaled.
"You are stronger than you think."
It wasn't even worth trying to think up something defensive and witty to disagree with, Finn knew that only he would ever really know how weak he was. He knew that no matter who he told, they would hit him with the same stupid schpiel about how he was so resilient. Truth be told, no adults had given him that crap for years. As soon as he was old news, as soon as Albert Shaw's autopsy report was made public, he was forgotten by them again, until he made trouble or got in another fight.
"You were strong enough to kill The Grabber, and you're strong enough to let what happened with him go."
Mando kept his gaze afixed to Finn, and he wondered if Mando was trying to imagine him at thirteen. Knowing he wasn't going to look away or move on, Finn gave in again and looked at him. Let it go. Let it go? When he's not even the one holding on?
"I don't know how to do that." Finn works his jaw. The words are out before he can help it. Nope. Not good enough.
