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[He nods. Keeping eyes glued to the table and. Finally reaching for that beer to sip at.]

Took me. To that museum.

[He just... Sighs.]

Said they'd gotten impatient waiting for me to find the skin to steal, so they decided to just. Use mine. Kept me for a month prepping me for it, had horrible skin so they wanted me... refreshed. Moisturized, the whole thing.

I didn't realize how long it'd been, but after a while Michael, the- the Distortion, turned up. Said he was there to kill me because he didn't the Circus to win but didn't want the Archive to win either.

[Jonah's quiet for a long moment, staring into the area in front of him. Remembering.... He'd been ready that moment, hadn't he?]

The options were let Michael kill me his way, or scream, alert the Circus, and my death be more painful. I. Agreed to his way. Watched him conjure one of his doors and was ready to step through, but it was... locked. Helen Richardson picked that exact moment to take over. She became the Distortion and brought me back to the Institute because she... liked me.

You know. [He holds the can in one hand, just looking at it.] The most infuriating part of all of that was Elias never even told any of you what happened to me.

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[He just... just numbly cracks his own and drinks it without tasting it at all. It's something to do. An occupation of his hands as he just... processes detail after detail.]

What? He just... Let us think... what?

...I think that I was investigating a lead or something, Not too sure, I was... Very angry at the time.

Yeah? I. I get that.

What happened when we found out?

Mm.

[He thinks back, remembering as best he can.]

Melanie was angry I was gone so long without word. Apologized once she realized what happened. Martin was worried of course. Basira and Daisy... hard to read.

And me? I mean, I don't care how pissed I was at the time, hearing you were taken by the Circus..

[He's... eerily quiet for a long, long moment.]

No one told you. So you... didn't really care. I didn't see you again until weeks after.

[You know, he'd been TOLD that he goes off the rails. That Tim and Jon just violently hated each other.

But not even being informed.]

Shit.

Yeah. It... It was bad.

[He lets that sit a moment. Gets his breath because those were bad times.]

After that, I followed Gertrude's footsteps to get more information about the Unknowing . A short trip to Beijing. That led me to America, and I was being followed. A cop that turned out to be... Something else. And... Trevor Herbert and Julia Montauk were following it. So they took me to lure it out and kill it.

[He sighs. A bit of respite, and a little honest sadness.]

Stayed with them a short bit. Let me use a book they had to see if I could get more information. It was... Mary Keay's book. And the last page was Gerry. Um. Gerard, the. The goth that turned up in so many statements. Told me everything. About the powers, the rituals and how they work. And then asked me to take his page with me to destroy it.

Which... Means Trevor and Julia hated me after they found out but that didn't happen until after I was back in London. Made a plan for you, me, Basira, and Daisy to go into the Unknowing and destroy it with Gertrude's stash, while Martin and provided a distraction for Elias and Melanie got the police to take him.

[These are so many details that had been skipped in the previous tellings. Some for good reason - he had been so overwhelmed by many of the larger beats and revelations that none of this would have sunk in even if they had been relayed.

Others omitted, likely, due to how intensely private they were... And Algric is good, at least, at stepping softly around privacy.

He drinks more of his beer, staring into the can. It sloshes in a mildly interesting way as he tips it back and forth until-]

... Got him arrested?!

Yes. We had him confessing to both murders on tape and with Martin distracting him, he didn't see the police coming. That was how Peter came to work at the Institute.

I-

[Sighs.]

For the Unknowing, Basira made it out on her own. Daisy was thrown into the Buried. Into the- the coffin. It leads there. You were... And I was in the hospital apparently dead or comatose or something for six months.

After I woke up, I was... Different. Basira didn't trust anyone because she'd had to do it on her own. And resented me a bit since I made it out and not Daisy. Melanie absolutely hated me and only part of that was the ghost bullet in her leg infecting her. Martin was... If I even saw him for a few minutes, he was distant and trying to get away from me.

Breekon showed up with the coffin. Angry that Daisy had killed Hope and wanted to have revenge. I.. Extracted his statement. He said Daisy was still alive.

After I realized Daisy was in the coffin, I. I resolved to save at least one person. So I. I realized I could get out if I had an anchor. Tried to um. Make one myself.

[He nervously rubs at his fingers. Phantom pain of constantly trying to cut one off over and over again.]

Melanie told me Jarod Hopworth of the Flesh was trapped in the tunnels. So I... Went to him. Had him remove one of my ribs, and traded another for a statement and his freedom.

And... Then I went in.

[And then he died.

He followed the Martin becoming distant, he heard enough about the Lonely... the others... well. He knew the others, sort of. In that passing, friendly way. Melanie in the sort of 'Yeah, Jon's a bit of an arse' camaraderie post statement and Basira in the warily pleasant way most people are with cops.

The last is just. Just a long stare.

There's no words here. He's still looking for those.]

[At the silence, Jonah hesitates. Wonders what Tim is thinking but doesn't pry.]

It... It's a lot, I know. It never really stopped.

Jon, she made you dig your own grave.

... I know.

She didn't deserve to die in there.

I get that you're a good guy. Like, I really, really do.

But... why not?

[He has to fight back the brittle, broken laugh at that. "A good guy". After everything he's done, the concept is so...

He stifles it down, rubs at his mouth before taking another drink.]

Because it was my fault she was in there to start with. [And who told him that? Who made it clear to him?] I needed to get her back for... For Basira. For herself. I needed to make right what I screwed up.

[Oh, oh he could probably guess. He could probably guess really clearly if it was posed. It's not that all roads of destruction have lead to one man.

It's just that all of them have LATELY.]

...

Did it work?

... It did. I-

It was horrible. And I felt more human that I had in... A long time down there. But I got Daisy out. Martin had piled... A lot of recorders around the coffin, playing my old statements to help lead me out. Nowhere to be seen himself of course.

She was... Different. After that. Quieter, holding off on hunting. She stayed with me while I worked a number of times. It was... All right. For a while.

[It cut them off. And..

.. there's a thought there, but he can't quite make himself look at it.

He sinks in his seat a little, takes another long drink of beef and breathes it out.]

...

Is that why you want to deal with her if she comes?

[He hesitates, voice catching in his throat before taking another drink.]

A bit. I... I think I can get through to her before it gets bad. Maybe get her on our side without it being an issue, I don't know. I'll have to think about it.

... Okay, but if it starts to go south, let us help, okay?

...I will, Tim. I will.

[Another drink, remembering bits and pieces he skimped over.]

Didn't even mention Melanie trying to kill me after I woke up. Got Basira to help me get the bullet out of her leg while she was asleep, woke up swinging. Got a good stab into me.

After that, Basira and I went to Ny-Ålesund on some intel about a ritual for the Dark. I saw-

[Lord. His breath catches again, remembering it. The sheer magnitude of it, the depths...]

I saw the Dark Star. The Dark's ritual had already collapsed in on itself during Gertrude's time, and. That was left behind. I.... I destroyed it.

So before we go into you destroyed the Dark.

Why was there a bullet in her leg and why did she stab try to kill you for removing it?

[He rubs at his eye - no red there, just an itch.]

Right. She - before the Unknowing happened, she went to India. Checking out some story. Turns out the, um. Ghosts there weren't keen on her being there and shot at her. A literal. Ghost bullet in her leg. Didn't show up on any hospital scans, but I could see it. It was... infected, it was infecting her. She was always angry, but this.... made it worse. By the time I woke up, she was almost taken by the Slaughter, and was.

[Sighs.]

Angry at me for a lot of reasons. Doing a surgery on her in her medically induced sleep was top of the list.