[He nearly convulses as that Knowledge pulses through him, underneath what's already being shared.
(And Elias may wonder what that was, what caused his Archive to skip a beat before it resumed. Like nothing happened. But did it?)
The Eye doesn't care about the weeks of quiet. Of peace. No, it revels in the slow creeping dread he felt as he was rooted to his seat, reading that statement aloud, as hard as he tried to stop. Knowing what he was doing and had no control.
His voice is quiet, breath shuddering] -and understand none. You who listen and hear and will not comprehend-
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(And Elias may wonder what that was, what caused his Archive to skip a beat before it resumed. Like nothing happened. But did it?)
The Eye doesn't care about the weeks of quiet. Of peace. No, it revels in the slow creeping dread he felt as he was rooted to his seat, reading that statement aloud, as hard as he tried to stop. Knowing what he was doing and had no control.
His voice is quiet, breath shuddering] -and understand none. You who listen and hear and will not comprehend-