[It's not hard to see how the name affects him. It wasn't even hard before, when Finn scarcely knew Yzak at all, to see how meaningful that particular person was. Blue. It's a nice name, and his favorite color.

Finn may have even said as much, if Yzak didn't move them swiftly forward. Still, he commits it to memory. Whoever that person was, they were gone now. That Yzak wanted to share it with him meant it had to be important enough for him to not discard like it was nothing. Maybe someday it would even feel okay to ask about him?

Today, Finn isn't sure. He listens instead, comforted by those words. Yeah, even 'assholes.' That one reminds him of Ziggy.]

It's kinda cool, right? I can't remember the last time I was around so many people like me. [Fighters, healers, helpers, humans. The humans at home, the ones he'd travelled so far to meet, they were kind but sheltered. They couldn't understand him or the life he lived. The belonging he craved his whole life couldn't be found there. But sometimes, it felt like maybe he could find it with these humans instead? The thought was big and mostly subconscious, embarrassing Finn even without voicing it.] I think I see what you meant about it being worth it, y'know?