you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
His eyebrows furrow at that, focused as he is on the plain ceiling of the medical clinic. ”I had thought they were in my rooms,” he says of his glasses, though by no means is he suggesting that Cian is wrong. Something tightens in his chest at that, some clawing panic that is quickly swallowed back down. He will have time to ponder on their loss and its meaning to him in the Order at a later time. At present his future hangs in the balance, with or without spectacles.
Jaw feathering at Cian’s agreement - staying put in Stormbreak and all that it has to offer, good and bad - is an expected blow, and he lets it show on his face. Still, he dares not argue. ”I expect there is plenty of research to do. Plenty of work that has piled up in my absence,” he agrees, like it’s an amicable idea for them both. ”Work not relating to recently found demigods.”
Jaw feathering at Cian’s agreement - staying put in Stormbreak and all that it has to offer, good and bad - is an expected blow, and he lets it show on his face. Still, he dares not argue. ”I expect there is plenty of research to do. Plenty of work that has piled up in my absence,” he agrees, like it’s an amicable idea for them both. ”Work not relating to recently found demigods.”
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
