I suppose. In a way. But myths are less likely crush you.
[He counts them off in his head as she speaks - The Buried, The Hunt, The End, The Lonely.
The Beholding, all your secrets laid bare and exposed, the scrutiny, and he doesn't want to See it, but that part of him is hungry for it. Feed your god, before it starts to feed on you.
He should really see if he can find a statement. Apparently this dream world isn't enough to keep that at bay.]
I'm the Archivist.
[The words slip out easy as breathing. Easier actually since he has the distinct impression that if he stopped breathing it might not matter anymore. It takes him a few moments to realise what he's said and his lips twist in unhidden irritation. Really? Can he at least pretend that part of him isn't being swallowed whole?]
Jonathan Sims. The Archivist. Jon is fine Doctor Brennan.
[And there it is again, that drip drip drip of Knowing and that- great.]
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[He counts them off in his head as she speaks - The Buried, The Hunt, The End, The Lonely.
The Beholding, all your secrets laid bare and exposed, the scrutiny, and he doesn't want to See it, but that part of him is hungry for it. Feed your god, before it starts to feed on you.
He should really see if he can find a statement. Apparently this dream world isn't enough to keep that at bay.]
I'm the Archivist.
[The words slip out easy as breathing. Easier actually since he has the distinct impression that if he stopped breathing it might not matter anymore. It takes him a few moments to realise what he's said and his lips twist in unhidden irritation. Really? Can he at least pretend that part of him isn't being swallowed whole?]
Jonathan Sims. The Archivist. Jon is fine Doctor Brennan.
[And there it is again, that drip drip drip of Knowing and that- great.]