The way Murmur words that mental message makes Jon feel strange - pleasantly so, but strange all the same. Like maybe Murmur thinks he’s special somehow, like this view is a secret he’s chosen to share only with Jon. It’s all a little bit baffling, but Jon finds that he wants it all the same. Maybe it’s been too long since anyone regarded him as Jonathan Sims and not The Archivist. Maybe it’s been too long since he’s been regarded with anything other that hostility, hatred, and distrust, because this mental analysis draws up a deep longing ache from somewhere inside of him that Jon wasn’t aware existed.
He shifts his gaze from the sky overhead to the angel beside him, silently watching for a few moments with gloved hands folded neatly across his stomach. Jon desperately wants to Know more about Murmur, so much more - but he can guess that trying to rip any of that information out of the angel’s mind wouldn’t go well. Even if Jon could do it - and he expects that he can’t - would it be worth the price he’d pay for it?
No - Jon thinks it would not. This connection between them, the friendship they’ve been building - he suspects it would disintegrate immediately if he tried. And Jon isn’t willing to sacrifice something he values so deeply for the sake of merely collecting information. He resolves that he won’t do it.
After all, he can just ask. Not Compel - ask, like a normal person. Jon at least remembers that much of his pre-Archivist life.
“Seeing this sort of thing, it doesn’t get boring for you? I mean, you’re - what, as old as the universe itself?” Jon doesn’t know, he’s no biblical scholar. All he can do is guess. “You must’ve seen millions of spectacular things by now.”
The question isn’t accusing - just genuinely curious. Maybe there will be a hint somewhere in the angel’s answer to explain why he’d want to share this breathtaking view with Jon.
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He shifts his gaze from the sky overhead to the angel beside him, silently watching for a few moments with gloved hands folded neatly across his stomach. Jon desperately wants to Know more about Murmur, so much more - but he can guess that trying to rip any of that information out of the angel’s mind wouldn’t go well. Even if Jon could do it - and he expects that he can’t - would it be worth the price he’d pay for it?
No - Jon thinks it would not. This connection between them, the friendship they’ve been building - he suspects it would disintegrate immediately if he tried. And Jon isn’t willing to sacrifice something he values so deeply for the sake of merely collecting information. He resolves that he won’t do it.
After all, he can just ask. Not Compel - ask, like a normal person. Jon at least remembers that much of his pre-Archivist life.
“Seeing this sort of thing, it doesn’t get boring for you? I mean, you’re - what, as old as the universe itself?” Jon doesn’t know, he’s no biblical scholar. All he can do is guess. “You must’ve seen millions of spectacular things by now.”
The question isn’t accusing - just genuinely curious. Maybe there will be a hint somewhere in the angel’s answer to explain why he’d want to share this breathtaking view with Jon.