The God of Secrets looked at those green eyes and was quiet for a moment.
Then he straightened, what remained of his composed manner returning in pieces, and when he spoke again, he wasn't speaking to Finn.
"Arros." His voice carried across the hall clearly. "I had placed considerable faith in you… Considerable. And yet here we stand, and it is still him looking at me through those eyes. After everything. After all of it."
Finn said nothing.
"You couldn't even manage the final step." The God of Secrets tilted his head slightly, studying the green eyes in the rubble, as if he was looking at Arros directly. "All that preparation. All those iterations. And in the end, the soul you built so carefully turned out to be a problem you couldn't solve."
Still nothing from Finn.
