CIAN
Cian sits at his desk with everything perfectly in place. If Ronin has interrupted him, it's impossible to tell. But then, the Eye is always working, so it's more likely that he's simply meticulous in keeping things neat and tidy than it is to think he was simply relaxing.
"Come." That Ronin has been gone has not escaped the Eye of course, and yet his voice is entirely neutral; his eyes too, as he regards the Stare with a dusty blue stare when he enters.
"Have a seat." He offers, gesturing to the two high-backed ornate chairs that sit before his desk. "What can I do for you today, Ronin?" Cian asks amicably enough, as if he were merely some civil servant at the beck and call of the Star.
"Come." That Ronin has been gone has not escaped the Eye of course, and yet his voice is entirely neutral; his eyes too, as he regards the Stare with a dusty blue stare when he enters.
"Have a seat." He offers, gesturing to the two high-backed ornate chairs that sit before his desk. "What can I do for you today, Ronin?" Cian asks amicably enough, as if he were merely some civil servant at the beck and call of the Star.
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
