FINN
He almost believes that they’re having a cordial conversation. And of course, that’s precisely the point; Cian is a master of laying the trap, setting the bait, and watching Finn wander into it. And he does, sometimes out of exhaustion, sometimes out of duty - and sometimes, like today, completely obliviously. The question is precise, a slap to the face, and it wipes the surprise away from Finn’s expression and replaces it with a neutral mask.
He has stopped as abruptly as the Eye, studying him, and - gods, if it isn’t evidence of how much his time in Torchline has hurt him - for a second he hates the man. Truly, darkly hates him, and it’s a surge so all encompassing that it takes him a second and a shaky breath to get himself under control.
”Yes, I am capable,” he says, because he has little other choice. ”I will head to the Hollowed Grounds after this.” Whatever this is, Finn gazing up at the city gates.
He has stopped as abruptly as the Eye, studying him, and - gods, if it isn’t evidence of how much his time in Torchline has hurt him - for a second he hates the man. Truly, darkly hates him, and it’s a surge so all encompassing that it takes him a second and a shaky breath to get himself under control.
”Yes, I am capable,” he says, because he has little other choice. ”I will head to the Hollowed Grounds after this.” Whatever this is, Finn gazing up at the city gates.
listen to silence. it has so much to say
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
