Yes, [ he says faintly, and reaches, touching fingertips to the other man's head, where the withered knot of vines is thickest. there's something odd about them, though-- like gerard said, incomplete. half-done. he doesn't want to look any closer-- it's not especially his business in this world that isn't ruled by the eye.

he blinks once, and his hand drops away again, glance finally finding the other man's once more. it feels strange to be known like this, not by the archive and the eye, but by someone who is very nearly perfectly human. known and--more importantly--not feared. ] You could, because all things can and will. But I don't see it yet. If.. that's a comfort.

[ his free hand moves, fingers twitching, lifting again, this time to touch one of the painted eyes. ] This feels like the Beholding.