my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
"You do not deserve to know the answers to those questions. You are the Eye - if you don't know them already, you are terrible at your job." Finn has risen to his feet by now, his breathing shallow but purposely slow, as if to stomp down on the rising panic attack before it can take hold in Cian's presence. "Your role permits you whatever you wish of it. You do not wish to want or to care," he corrects, sounding curiously sad as he holds out his hand for the charm that will hide his identity whilst he is in Torchline.
"I am to be there throughout monsoon season, then, and return at the beginning of LongHeat." It isn't a question so much as a confirmation. "No correspondence throughout. I will keep my findings discreet and file them with you on my return."
"I am to be there throughout monsoon season, then, and return at the beginning of LongHeat." It isn't a question so much as a confirmation. "No correspondence throughout. I will keep my findings discreet and file them with you on my return."
FINN
