my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
"If you do not take care of your tools, Cian, they will rust and they will break, and they will be of no use to you at all." Like using a spoon to try to open a can, or a screwdriver to remove a nail. "And you have already used and abused me as much as Molly ever did. At least she feigned caring." Finn rolls his shoulders, as if even the shirt on his back feels ill-fitting after this conversation. And at the sudden suggestion of an alternative, the Spyglass scoffs and opens the door.
"I have no decision to make. You have given me my orders and I am carrying them out. If there were alternatives, you would have considered them already. You are the Eye, after all. You don't negotiate, you delegate." It's coldly said, as Finn steps out through the doorway. "Goodbye, Cian."
And then he is simply gone - gone from the office, and gone from Stormbreak within the hour.
~FINnbyeee
"I have no decision to make. You have given me my orders and I am carrying them out. If there were alternatives, you would have considered them already. You are the Eye, after all. You don't negotiate, you delegate." It's coldly said, as Finn steps out through the doorway. "Goodbye, Cian."
And then he is simply gone - gone from the office, and gone from Stormbreak within the hour.
~FINnbyeee
FINN
