CIAN
"Is that so?" Cian wonders, giving Finn an appraising look. It isn't because he thinks he's a worthy opponent, rather, it's the look one might give a puffed up puppy, its hackles raised in an effort to seem intimidating. "And how effective have your efforts been so far?" The Eye asks, the question only slightly rhetorical, mostly curious.
Now it is Cian's turn to laugh, as Finn tries, desperately, Cian thinks, to prove himself. He can see the hatred in Finn's eyes, and yet still the man persists in trying to build himself up. "The Order has always had an Eye. Not always a Spyglass." Reaching forward, his palm open, Cian looks at the glasses, and then at Finn.
Hand your burden over, his expression sweetly sings. Or stop whining about it.
Now it is Cian's turn to laugh, as Finn tries, desperately, Cian thinks, to prove himself. He can see the hatred in Finn's eyes, and yet still the man persists in trying to build himself up. "The Order has always had an Eye. Not always a Spyglass." Reaching forward, his palm open, Cian looks at the glasses, and then at Finn.
Hand your burden over, his expression sweetly sings. Or stop whining about it.
the truth hurts
but lies can k i l l
but lies can k i l l
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
