His attention wasn't on the other two even though they were also interesting.
He had immediately recognized Preceptor Elias, someone he knew, looking unusually subdued. And with him was a purple-haired girl who radiated something that made his Truth fragment react slightly. It felt like an uncomfortable sense of order that fundamentally opposed his nature.
But she wasn't the one that captured his attention, rather, it was the third figure. A boy — No, a young man. Perhaps nineteen or twenty. With massive metal wings folded against his back, sharp, predatory eyes, and tufts of dark, feather-like fur visible along his forearms.
The blonde man's expression still didn't change. The same bored look remained fixed on his face. But his eyes... his eyes observed Finn with curiosity and something more…
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Finn's POV
