Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
The Eye shrugs, as if that detail is up to Finn to reconcile. 'Cleaning up, perhaps. Changing sheets and whatnot.'{/asy} He offers with a wave of his hand. Surely such tasks needed doing?
Finn continues to decline, to even say he's sorry which of course he isn't, and the Eye still seems as unmoved by his refusal as he was about the shattering of the teacup. "You are a smart man, Finn. It is why you were made my Spyglass. But if you cannot provide the information that I need, what are you to me, then?" And, this is where Finn's cleverness surely comes in, what need have I, of you? No longer a spyglass means Finn is likely a brothel-worker just the same.
Finn continues to decline, to even say he's sorry which of course he isn't, and the Eye still seems as unmoved by his refusal as he was about the shattering of the teacup. "You are a smart man, Finn. It is why you were made my Spyglass. But if you cannot provide the information that I need, what are you to me, then?" And, this is where Finn's cleverness surely comes in, what need have I, of you? No longer a spyglass means Finn is likely a brothel-worker just the same.
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
