CIAN
the eye
The Eye nods as any dutiful professor might as his pupil fills in the blanks. Whether he knows about Amalia's role in the release of the Voice (he does) and what he thinks about it (he won't tell), remains firmly locked behind his dusty blue stare as it easily meets Amalia's dark one.
'As you can imagine it is not simply a one step plan. What we will do changes as the ascended change...you must understand, it is one of the reasons why nothing came of this machine Finn told you about." Cian's fingers drum against his desk thoughtfully for a moment before he continues. "Right this moment the final piece of mageglass that the Voice needs has already been found. It will be brought to her, and her machine will have the power it needs. We must pick our battles lest we reveal too much of our hand. " So saying, Cian opens his palms in a near-gesture of surrender.
'As you can imagine it is not simply a one step plan. What we will do changes as the ascended change...you must understand, it is one of the reasons why nothing came of this machine Finn told you about." Cian's fingers drum against his desk thoughtfully for a moment before he continues. "Right this moment the final piece of mageglass that the Voice needs has already been found. It will be brought to her, and her machine will have the power it needs. We must pick our battles lest we reveal too much of our hand. " So saying, Cian opens his palms in a near-gesture of surrender.
