my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
Knowing nothing about what ripples this child of Safrin must have caused throughout Torchline, Finn can't really offer much by the way of an opinion. He can only take Cian's word for it - and the Eye is not in the habit of being wrong. "It sounds as though that is something that could use some intervention," he says instead. Finn is smart, but even he has no idea how to connect the dots between what Cian is saying and what this has to do with the assignment he is expected to carry out.
"The most complicated ecosystem I have ever encountered," he admits. "It requires no touch at all. It is all about listening, understanding. Being available." Being everything, to everyone who visits. A shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen. And, of course, a hole to fuck. "It is not a role I would wish on anyone."
"The most complicated ecosystem I have ever encountered," he admits. "It requires no touch at all. It is all about listening, understanding. Being available." Being everything, to everyone who visits. A shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen. And, of course, a hole to fuck. "It is not a role I would wish on anyone."
FINN
