And you chose to leave me at the Institute. To take Martin and run in the hopes that somehow the consequences of who I was wouldn't ever reach you.
[ His voice is still calm, flat, collected. Not a threat at all. Just. Pushing.]
Why haven't you blinded me, Archivist? Oh, I know there's every chance that my time here will redeem me, bring me back to the human-adjacent fold. But until that point, I am very much a threat to everyone on this ship. I really don't know how long Tim will hold out, to be honest. I haven't even brought up Sasha to him, yet. I expect that will be a very sensitive matter.
[ Jon doesn't speak for a moment. He smokes and he stares out into the stars and he breathes in the strange air on this strange ship and he listens to Elias Bouchard practically demand to be blinded. ]
Because [ he says with a breath out ] whatever I do to you is just a reason for you to do something else, use some other scheme, cause some other trouble. It's an excuse for you to be cruel, and petty, and small. To make this place, and your time here, about me or Tim or Martin or- or even Sasha.
[ He shakes his head and looks directly at Elias. ]
You're here to learn. You're here... to get better. And if I am to do my job here, I have to believe that's possible. Because I'm sure there are people from all the other worlds that all the other inmates are from who would feel exactly how I do about people I call friends. People I choose to care about and want to see alive again. People I am actively working to bring back to life.
[ A single jump of his shoulders, like a laugh. ]
I'll warn people. Of course I'm going to warn people. So they aren't blind.
[ Elias takes a final drag on his cigarette, the embers burning down to the filter, and walks over to the railing to flick it over the side. ]
Perhaps.
[ Oh, how he wants to get the final word in. It's a craving, to say more than he has already and reveal his own secrets to be Seen. Properly Seen. But he tightens his jaw. ]
This has been a pleasure, Archivist.
[ And unless Jon has something very enticing to say, he'll head back to his cabin. ]
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No, it wasn't. You chose to do it. You chose, once you knew the answer, to pursue it. To execute the plan, to make it a reality.
Nothing was inevitable.
We both know that.
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[ His voice is still calm, flat, collected. Not a threat at all. Just. Pushing.]
Why haven't you blinded me, Archivist? Oh, I know there's every chance that my time here will redeem me, bring me back to the human-adjacent fold. But until that point, I am very much a threat to everyone on this ship. I really don't know how long Tim will hold out, to be honest. I haven't even brought up Sasha to him, yet. I expect that will be a very sensitive matter.
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Because [ he says with a breath out ] whatever I do to you is just a reason for you to do something else, use some other scheme, cause some other trouble. It's an excuse for you to be cruel, and petty, and small. To make this place, and your time here, about me or Tim or Martin or- or even Sasha.
[ He shakes his head and looks directly at Elias. ]
You're here to learn. You're here... to get better. And if I am to do my job here, I have to believe that's possible. Because I'm sure there are people from all the other worlds that all the other inmates are from who would feel exactly how I do about people I call friends. People I choose to care about and want to see alive again. People I am actively working to bring back to life.
[ A single jump of his shoulders, like a laugh. ]
I'll warn people. Of course I'm going to warn people. So they aren't blind.
But that is all.
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But he feels sure he can use that. ]
Well. I suppose we'll have to wait and see if your gamble pays off.
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I know you're using, and intend to use, everything that's been said, been done, tonight. I know that.
I knew that when I contacted you.
But I'd like to- I'd like to introduce a new thought.
Perhaps... perhaps you could use someone who understands, at least, somewhat, as a resource not to be shitty...
But to help you try and reconnect with the part of you, the you... that could graduate.
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Perhaps.
[ Oh, how he wants to get the final word in. It's a craving, to say more than he has already and reveal his own secrets to be Seen. Properly Seen. But he tightens his jaw. ]
This has been a pleasure, Archivist.
[ And unless Jon has something very enticing to say, he'll head back to his cabin. ]
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Good night, Jonah.