Landing back on the floor of the observation box, the wispy smoke retreated back until it was nothing more than a billowing cloak of shadows pouring from Corvus; shoulders. Seth was about to speak, but the words caught in his throat at a particular sight.
Straightening his back ever so slightly, Seth strolled over to his chair and slid into it, his back thumbing against the armrest. He drummed his fingers against the armrest for a few seconds before clenching the fist tight.
Tilting his head towards Bob he spoke in a somewhat cold and even tone,
"Go. Finish with your assignment."
Despite the sudden change in his attitude and the uncaring way he was speaking, Bob didn't take it to heart. And not just because he didn't actually have a heart. No, he might not have had a heart, but he did have eyes and could see what had caused the change in his Fathers attitude.
