"It seems- It's a waste, keeping you here when you know so much." Those names, those beings that a thousand years have buried and twisted until they're unrecognizable. And here sits the ultimate source of knowledge and they're-
They're squandering it.
"Demons that- that feed on you. On what you're afraid of until there's nothing left." There were so many stories, all of them warning against the evils these monsters carried. "The Thing Behind The Door and, well, the spiders of course."
How useless he feels when The Archivist asks him this and he has nothing to offer. Dammit.
"Could you-" He feels foolish even asking, but the words tumble out before he can help himself. "Could you tell me about them?"
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They're squandering it.
"Demons that- that feed on you. On what you're afraid of until there's nothing left." There were so many stories, all of them warning against the evils these monsters carried. "The Thing Behind The Door and, well, the spiders of course."
How useless he feels when The Archivist asks him this and he has nothing to offer. Dammit.
"Could you-" He feels foolish even asking, but the words tumble out before he can help himself. "Could you tell me about them?"