His grip tightens around the teacup, the full weight of it hitting him momentarily. This man, this scholar, doesn't know Beholding. Doesn't know of the great Eye that Jon serves. It shakes him, makes his stomach lurch and he wonders how much else has changed in a thousand years.
"Demons? What kind of demons? And if you haven't heard of the Beholding, what about- about Forsaken? Or Mother of Puppets, or Esmentiras?"
Surely- surely one of them must be known. Must be recognised.
"Can't have the Archivist learning too much," he says in response to the apology, the words coming out bitter and tired. "Might let it Know some dangerous secret." He lips curl into a sneer, and his voice is hoarse. "Better to starve it instead, until it breaks."
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"Demons? What kind of demons? And if you haven't heard of the Beholding, what about- about Forsaken? Or Mother of Puppets, or Esmentiras?"
Surely- surely one of them must be known. Must be recognised.
"Can't have the Archivist learning too much," he says in response to the apology, the words coming out bitter and tired. "Might let it Know some dangerous secret." He lips curl into a sneer, and his voice is hoarse. "Better to starve it instead, until it breaks."