It’s going to take time and practice for Jon to untangle himself from the habit of always being on constant defense and struggling to piece together answers from cryptic clues. He’s not anyone’s enemy here, not a target for elimination on the chess board that has become his life. No one is withholding vital information from him as a method of teaching him to use the abilities he’s acquired as an avatar.
He doesn’t have to fight for everything, and that’s an adjustment that won’t come easily. But Jon’s doing his best.
“Yes … I think so.” A tiny shiver spiders down the back of his neck when Murmur turns his gaze from the sky to Jon, and it’s not because Jon’s still stretched out in the snow. “Something like … not being able to see the forest for the trees? Until you’re able to get a bit of distance from it all.” Not a perfect comparison, but it’ll do. Jon chuckles dryly. “Sounds a bit like the opposite of my situation, actually. I know I’m a part of the mechanism, but not why, or where I fit into it all.” He sighs and closes his eyes.
“My … I suppose you’d call him my mentor, though he’s not very good at it. Anyway, his name is Elias, and he has this very ‘fly by falling’ approach to guiding me through whatever it is I’m supposed to be doing. Other than stopping the rituals, of course, but I don’t think that’s all there is to it.” Though that work certainly kept Gertrude busy for several decades.
“It’s a bit maddening - I have this feeling like there’s some big joke and everyone’s in on it but me. Oh, and most of them are trying to kill me, as well.”
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He doesn’t have to fight for everything, and that’s an adjustment that won’t come easily. But Jon’s doing his best.
“Yes … I think so.” A tiny shiver spiders down the back of his neck when Murmur turns his gaze from the sky to Jon, and it’s not because Jon’s still stretched out in the snow. “Something like … not being able to see the forest for the trees? Until you’re able to get a bit of distance from it all.” Not a perfect comparison, but it’ll do. Jon chuckles dryly. “Sounds a bit like the opposite of my situation, actually. I know I’m a part of the mechanism, but not why, or where I fit into it all.” He sighs and closes his eyes.
“My … I suppose you’d call him my mentor, though he’s not very good at it. Anyway, his name is Elias, and he has this very ‘fly by falling’ approach to guiding me through whatever it is I’m supposed to be doing. Other than stopping the rituals, of course, but I don’t think that’s all there is to it.” Though that work certainly kept Gertrude busy for several decades.
“It’s a bit maddening - I have this feeling like there’s some big joke and everyone’s in on it but me. Oh, and most of them are trying to kill me, as well.”