[Five, ten... those sounded significant enough stretches of to Finn. It might (might) be enough for someone to get over something as earth shattering as losing a sibling. But a year?]
well, were you guys not close or something?
[The rudeness escapes Finn, too preoccupied with satisfying his own curiosity. He thought to his two brothers -- Jake, the one who practically raised him, and Jermaine, the one who retreated into himself when their parents died. Would he be able to get over Jermaine's death in a year? Something very big inside him welled up at the very thought, shouting no, that he would never get over it. Not in a hundred years.
The death of his parents, their memory, and the fact that he could think about them now without breaking down... these truths vanish from Finn's mind for the time being. He was focused on Joric, focused on siblings, and not yet wise enough to draw the parallel.]
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well, were you guys not close or something?
[The rudeness escapes Finn, too preoccupied with satisfying his own curiosity. He thought to his two brothers -- Jake, the one who practically raised him, and Jermaine, the one who retreated into himself when their parents died. Would he be able to get over Jermaine's death in a year? Something very big inside him welled up at the very thought, shouting no, that he would never get over it. Not in a hundred years.
The death of his parents, their memory, and the fact that he could think about them now without breaking down... these truths vanish from Finn's mind for the time being. He was focused on Joric, focused on siblings, and not yet wise enough to draw the parallel.]