memory’s so treacherous
Finn raises his eyebrows at that, before understanding dawns; a subtler sort than he's shown before, and perhaps even a slow smile creeps across his face. "I was given a peculiar sort of spectacles when I took on this job. I have a feeling that book you're perched upon is Cian's equivalent. Is that about right?" he asks, folding his arms across his chest. "...And if that is the case, I imagine he will be wanting it back. Do you think I ought to return it to him?"
If he's to return the book, he can't help but wonder how much of a slap to the face it will be to return it in person. Or perhaps it ought to reappear back in the Eye's office just as mysteriously as it vanished in the first place. Regardless, he has no doubt that Cian knows it has disappeared, and he likely knows that Finn has it. The Eye is not a stupid man. On the contrary; he is quite dangerous, in Finn's experience.
If he's to return the book, he can't help but wonder how much of a slap to the face it will be to return it in person. Or perhaps it ought to reappear back in the Eye's office just as mysteriously as it vanished in the first place. Regardless, he has no doubt that Cian knows it has disappeared, and he likely knows that Finn has it. The Eye is not a stupid man. On the contrary; he is quite dangerous, in Finn's experience.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
