Chapter 2Wes watched Finn being brilliant, well into the night. Emotional conversations. Anger. Acceptance. The solitary scene that’d be the moment of Adrian choosing to suit up again—not the old prismatic light-refracting white armor, but a black formfitting version, a symbol. The suits weren’t present in this moment—that’d be a different day, different set-up—but the cameras watched Finn’s face, as he stood alone by the window. After he’d let the League leave, to go off on their world-saving mission.
He’d given them assistance: money, equipment, his own knowledge of past fights. He sipped whiskey—colored water, in reality—and let his fingers tighten around the glass.
The filming ended there, around midnight, on the chilly studio lot. The moon was out, low and bright and clear; Finn cam
