Oh My God!

pov: you're griddle.

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whoever it was on here that said the two of them are both Orpheus and Eurydice at once, I’m hunting you for sport xxx

transcript of the really small handwritten bits under the cut in case they’re unreadable:

Most of the text is Palamedes defending his innocence after Odysseus framed him for treason. And an argument he makes repeatedly is that you can't know things from being told them. You can only know things you've perceived yourself with your own senses. This is partly because direct experience doesn't lie and people do.

I love this so much, and also it lends new, insane dimensions to The Unwanted Guest. "You can only know things you've perceived yourself with your own senses" is basically Ianthe's rebuttal when Pal first tries to debate her about the permeability of the soul. While Pal's point is that perception isn't serving Ianthe in this case as it might elsewhere because the timescale of the change in question is too crazy-big to comprehend in the time she's had so far:

And then, of course, his later point that her perception of what change might be happening is also skewed because the soul absorption process is messing with her ability to be objective:

Oh I beg you, can I follow?

Oh I ask you, why not always?

Be the ocean, where I unravel

Be my only, be the water where I'm wading

You're my river running high

Run deep, run wild

I, I follow, I follow you

Deep sea baby, I follow you

I, I follow, I follow you

Dark doom honey, I follow you

His gaze fell upon the desk again. I thought he was looking at the penholder. The Warden was a fiend for stealing pens. (TMSoDS)

I love to think about some dragon hoard pen stash somewhere in his office.

Nine for the Tomb, and for all that was lost.