[Jon can feel tears prickling at the edges of his vision now. Guilt and frustration are clawing at his insides. He wants to be angry, to feel be betrayed by Tim. But does he even have that right anymore?]
I'm not going to come after you, Tim. Live your life. I won't bother you again.
[Having no idea what has happened to cause this all Tim can think of is that Jon has lost his mind. Was this because he asked him to use his powers to check he was clean? Had he fully fallen to the beholding because of that? His stomach churns at the thought.]
If you hurt anyone I will find you. That's a promise to Jon. [Because that's why this happened, right? Jon is gone now? Jon wouldn't want a monster in his skin running around.]
['Jon said.' Because if he's fighting with Tim, he's not Jon anymore, just the Archivist. Just a thing to be disposed of.]
I'm not. On either account. I'm pointing out there's already been a great deal of pain and suffering inflicted. Some of it was Elias. Some of it was just me. He was pulling the strings, but I did everything he needed me to, to make it possible.
Because I made a mistake. I trusted you, and now I've hurt a woman you hurt. Perhaps even more deeply. Her name is Gilia St. Loe. You were the second man she'd ever lain with in her life. She thought you were sweet, kind. That you cared for her.
And I broke her, Tim. On your behalf. Confronting her with what you told me. Because I thought she'd hurt you.
I don't think you're lying. I think your perception of reality is skewed. Everyone who isn't human is a Stranger to you. Those marks run through you like veins now. Twisting and pulsing with poison.
And I don't need any magic powers to see that.
Please get help, Tim. Psychiatric help. You desperately need it.
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I'm not going to come after you, Tim.
Live your life.
I won't bother you again.
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If you hurt anyone I will find you. That's a promise to Jon. [Because that's why this happened, right? Jon is gone now? Jon wouldn't want a monster in his skin running around.]
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I destroyed our world.
How much more hurt do you require?
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I'm not.
On either account.
I'm pointing out there's already been a great deal of pain and suffering inflicted.
Some of it was Elias.
Some of it was just me.
He was pulling the strings, but I did everything he needed me to, to make it possible.
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I trusted you, and now I've hurt a woman you hurt.
Perhaps even more deeply.
Her name is Gilia St. Loe.
You were the second man she'd ever lain with in her life.
She thought you were sweet, kind.
That you cared for her.
And I broke her, Tim.
On your behalf.
Confronting her with what you told me.
Because I thought she'd hurt you.
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of course you did and of course you take their side and think im lying surprised you even believed me at all
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I think your perception of reality is skewed.
Everyone who isn't human is a Stranger to you.
Those marks run through you like veins now.
Twisting and pulsing with poison.
And I don't need any magic powers to see that.
Please get help, Tim.
Psychiatric help.
You desperately need it.
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