Ferran's own expression becomes more serious as the discrepancy becomes more obvious—and he slows to a stop to address it.
"Crowley: tall, red hair, sunglasses. I met you both when the Director brought you here, he was rolling his eyes at you the whole time."
He's not the one with faulty memories, is he? No, definitely not—why would a guy he doesn't even know that well be shoved into his head? But just to make sure, like their first meeting, he holds up his hand and the demon's signature pair of sunglasses appears there.
"I can't copy things that don't exist. These are his."
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"Crowley: tall, red hair, sunglasses. I met you both when the Director brought you here, he was rolling his eyes at you the whole time."
He's not the one with faulty memories, is he? No, definitely not—why would a guy he doesn't even know that well be shoved into his head? But just to make sure, like their first meeting, he holds up his hand and the demon's signature pair of sunglasses appears there.
"I can't copy things that don't exist. These are his."