FINN
and into the forest i go,
Finn does not trouble himself with addressing his earlier points further, having realised belatedly the majority of the rebuttals Cian is giving. He has spoken, the Eye has responded, and they understand each other as much as possible. (Which, in truth, isn't at all). His wine remains untouched on the table and his stormy eyes are dark, more grey than blue as Cian leans forward and delivers his reminder with the precise sort of verbal whipping that Finn has come to expect.
"Understood," he says quietly, almost under his breath. "And what would the Eye use the Spyglass for on this occasion, given that things have gone quite spectacularly awry?" He chews at the inside of his cheek until he tastes copper, and it's a surprising balm on a situation suddenly rife with chains and chaos. Finn feels like a captured bird, having walked into the cage himself. It's a familiar feeling, at least.
"Understood," he says quietly, almost under his breath. "And what would the Eye use the Spyglass for on this occasion, given that things have gone quite spectacularly awry?" He chews at the inside of his cheek until he tastes copper, and it's a surprising balm on a situation suddenly rife with chains and chaos. Finn feels like a captured bird, having walked into the cage himself. It's a familiar feeling, at least.
to lose my mind and find my soul
