[The terror is there. Not only in the memory, recalled and played out for a fresh audience, but his own, present terror. The struck horror of it happening again.
He does not want to destroy this timeline like he did his own.
It takes all the conscious willpower he has left to close his mouth, not finish. But the memories still play as the Archive is still open. Elias can see it, the fresh new hell that he helped create. The domains, easily separated and classified on the fringes of what was once Scotland, only getting muddled and more chaotic the closer to the Panopticon they got. The collective fear being fed and filtered and siphoned through the Watcher's wandering Eye as he explored.
It is all there and open for him to see. A true Hell, with Elias there in the Pupil.]
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He does not want to destroy this timeline like he did his own.
It takes all the conscious willpower he has left to close his mouth, not finish. But the memories still play as the Archive is still open. Elias can see it, the fresh new hell that he helped create. The domains, easily separated and classified on the fringes of what was once Scotland, only getting muddled and more chaotic the closer to the Panopticon they got. The collective fear being fed and filtered and siphoned through the Watcher's wandering Eye as he explored.
It is all there and open for him to see. A true Hell, with Elias there in the Pupil.]