Jon looks away. After all these weeks he has not gotten used to being affected by Jean-Claude's voice. The natural effect mingles with some interest of the Eye and plucks Jon like a string, leaving him vibrating restlessly. His hands coil around each other in his lap.
"You - you make it sound like I've already decided," Jon mutters.
Jean-Claude had eerie ability to read Jon's mind: Jon had accused him of concealing psychic abilities before. Perhaps it was simply life experience, having to navigate the social politics of the supernatural world for hundreds of years. And lack of it on Jon's part must be why Jean-Claude remained so damnably opaque to him. Some shades of experience were too subtle for even the Ceaseless Watcher's relentless gaze to delineate.
To all of the people in Jon's life, he had been just as opaque as Jean-Claude was to him. No-one knew the full story, save perhaps his god.
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"You - you make it sound like I've already decided," Jon mutters.
Jean-Claude had eerie ability to read Jon's mind: Jon had accused him of concealing psychic abilities before. Perhaps it was simply life experience, having to navigate the social politics of the supernatural world for hundreds of years. And lack of it on Jon's part must be why Jean-Claude remained so damnably opaque to him. Some shades of experience were too subtle for even the Ceaseless Watcher's relentless gaze to delineate.
To all of the people in Jon's life, he had been just as opaque as Jean-Claude was to him. No-one knew the full story, save perhaps his god.