CIAN
"Mmhm, but that was as per my instruction." Cian agrees. Finn's earlier fieldtrip having gone according to plan. His plan. As the Spyglass mentions his lack of information regarding the sickness, the Eye flexes his fingers. "I have the answers to many of those questions." He offers, adding: "Without having left Stormbreak." And how was such a thing possible? Why, it was almost as if Cian was precisely suited for the roll he occupied. As for another war? Blandly, almost, the Eye nods. They have all known another war was coming.
"Ahh, I see. Delegation. Well done." Cian wonders if Finn will find the irony in this. That if Amalia fails in her abilities to warn the others in an appropriate manner, that the same lack of effectiveness might be said of Finn, that the Spyglass said of the Eye. Is this what Finn thought sharing the burden meant? Trickling down tasks to others? And not necessarily to the best candidate: Remi and Finn were at odds, Delphia had hidden herself away in the woods, Ronin and Finn hadn't yet spoken, leaving just Amalia.
Fingers closing around nothing but air, Cian places his hand back in his lap, before thinking better of it and indicating to the bar that he'd like another drink. "Has it? Because right now it feels as though it is trying to have two eyes." As Cian's drink is brought, he leans forward, dexterously rolling the glass between his palms. "Your position within the Order is to see, and to report. That is what you do. Yours are not the fingers that decide what pieces need to be moved where. Yours are not the eyes that see the big picture." So precisely does the Eye speak, his voice so level and composed, that his words sound almost rehearsed. Such has always been Cian's way, to command every situation without even the smallest ruffling of his feathers.
"That is what the Spyglass does. But should you think yourself more useful to.." Cian trails off, shrugging slightly. To Amalia? To thE CauSe? To Safrin? To...Finn? "..by all means. I accept your resignation. Because Finn," Cian leans forward, his voice low and as colourless as his eyes. "-there is only ever one Eye."
"Ahh, I see. Delegation. Well done." Cian wonders if Finn will find the irony in this. That if Amalia fails in her abilities to warn the others in an appropriate manner, that the same lack of effectiveness might be said of Finn, that the Spyglass said of the Eye. Is this what Finn thought sharing the burden meant? Trickling down tasks to others? And not necessarily to the best candidate: Remi and Finn were at odds, Delphia had hidden herself away in the woods, Ronin and Finn hadn't yet spoken, leaving just Amalia.
Fingers closing around nothing but air, Cian places his hand back in his lap, before thinking better of it and indicating to the bar that he'd like another drink. "Has it? Because right now it feels as though it is trying to have two eyes." As Cian's drink is brought, he leans forward, dexterously rolling the glass between his palms. "Your position within the Order is to see, and to report. That is what you do. Yours are not the fingers that decide what pieces need to be moved where. Yours are not the eyes that see the big picture." So precisely does the Eye speak, his voice so level and composed, that his words sound almost rehearsed. Such has always been Cian's way, to command every situation without even the smallest ruffling of his feathers.
"That is what the Spyglass does. But should you think yourself more useful to.." Cian trails off, shrugging slightly. To Amalia? To thE CauSe? To Safrin? To...Finn? "..by all means. I accept your resignation. Because Finn," Cian leans forward, his voice low and as colourless as his eyes. "-there is only ever one Eye."
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
