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he says to paint the roses red (finn lore)

Finn gazed lovingly at the man next to him, asleep and breathing slowly yet heavily.

He admired every inch of his body visible, all the way from the messy, long hair atop his head to the defined muscles of his calves.

He's strong, Finn thought.

He's strong and he's kind and he's... perfect. He easily could have picked me up and carried me back here to the wagon, and he could probably pull the wagon itself, better than I could.

Finn smiled softly, tracing a hand over the man's forearm.

"He's very, very strong." Finn whispered under his breath so no one could hear.

Though, despite his efforts, a voice still responded.

Fortunately, it wasn't a stranger or his companion here. It was the voice he always heard inside his head. The one he fully trusted with every fiber in his body. The one he always obeyed no matter what.

Finn listened closely, as he always does.

That's why you need to kill him, it said.