names so deep and names so true
Finn's words receive no expression from Cian; it's as if he isn't even there. The Eye seems much more invested in the sweet tobacco smoke filling the back of his throat than the report of failure he's currently receiving. But to believe that appearances are an insight into Cian's mind would be a grave mistake.
"Remi Taliesin is one of Ludo's." The Eye says after a moment, the words all said on the exhaled as he regards the cigarette between his fingers. "He—" Now pointing those fingers at Finn, but only once, continues: "—does not have a choice." This is said with a rousing sort of tone that borders on propoganda. A ra-ra, your country needs you!
"Tell me Finn...what sorts of conversations are you right for?"
"Remi Taliesin is one of Ludo's." The Eye says after a moment, the words all said on the exhaled as he regards the cigarette between his fingers. "He—" Now pointing those fingers at Finn, but only once, continues: "—does not have a choice." This is said with a rousing sort of tone that borders on propoganda. A ra-ra, your country needs you!
"Tell me Finn...what sorts of conversations are you right for?"
THE EYE
they're blood to me they're dust to you
