CIAN
the eye
'You've not offended me.' Cian says, having lost none of his casual air despite the weighty silence that heralds Finn's decline. 'If you have the ability and need nothing from me to continue, then..' Holding up a hand as if miming to an invisible audience that he tried, the Eye nods toward the two chairs. He doesn't sit in one, but the gesture is a token one: come here, Finn.
"I'm sure I'll find your report incredibly thorough as usual, but as you're here now...tell me. Torchline. Can we count on them to be on the right side of things?" If want Finn wants is to do his job, then so be it.
"I'm sure I'll find your report incredibly thorough as usual, but as you're here now...tell me. Torchline. Can we count on them to be on the right side of things?" If want Finn wants is to do his job, then so be it.
