@eaterofchildren sent : ❛ Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? ❜
▋ ❛ YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO JUDGE. ❜ A pane of glass sits between himself and the priest, one of the few remaining connections to his father. It’s strange ; kaleidoscope refractions of stained glass, heavenly paintings, and the echo choral song come to mind when he thinks of a priest. Urie has a penchant for aesthetics and this should have his interest piqued, if not for the other reason he’s come to visit Donato Porpora.
This is different. The only glimmer in his eyes is the cold white glow of the overhead light above, illuminating the darkest point of Cochlea. He doesn’t often come down here ( IT’S ALWAYS COLD ) but he figures he has a reason to pick his brains. A Manilla case file sits on the steel table before him, unopened. Behind the glass, Urie is confident that he won’t be like the other pale-faced investigators who leave this room.
❛ When you’re done spouting verse at me ... I understand you’re a valuable informant of the CCG should we fulfill some of your wishes, ❜ an indication that he was not in the mood to entertain criticism, ❛ I want to ask you a few questions ― what do you know about the Jorōgumo ? ❜
