Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
"Two very different questions." The Eye replies in a tone equally as measured. "So tell me, what about this will destroy you? You are not the man, the boy, you were when I met you all those years ago. Will you really still let him dictate your life? What you're capable of?" Cian looks almost disappointed, as if having measured Finn wrong somehow.
"Whether or not I care doesn't matter. Would it change things were I to offer you my deepest sympathies? To hold your hand when I had asked?" The Eye shakes his head ever so slightly. "What I wanted or care about had never mattered. This is not a role that permits such luxuries."
"Whether or not I care doesn't matter. Would it change things were I to offer you my deepest sympathies? To hold your hand when I had asked?" The Eye shakes his head ever so slightly. "What I wanted or care about had never mattered. This is not a role that permits such luxuries."
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
