"You're unnaturally wary of me. Why?" The man asked plainly.
"You're gonna pretend you don't know me?" Finn fired back with a scoff.
"I don't need to pretend. Because I do not know you," the man shrugged. "...at least not personally."
A crease formed on Finn's forehead, but he said nothing, waiting for the man to expatiate.
The man sighed and sat deeper into his chair as he regarded Finn with a deep-set scorn on his face. The same kind Finn had seen on Tron's face. As if he regarded himself above all others. Except this man's condescension was even somehow greater.
And Finn couldn't blame him. If the man was the same white-haired figure from the temple, then his deep-set condescension didn't need an explanation. That figure had displayed a level of power that was beyond human level.
Even considering the fact that Finn now knew of the existence of Abstract magic, the figure's power had still been God-like.
