Melina.

Something about the tragedy of Timothy Stoker. Something about how the jokester of the group – the flirt, the one who always knew how to ease the tension in the air with a quick joke and a waggle of his eyebrows – became a bitter, resentful man, full of scars and trauma, new and old. Something about how the most approachable man in the Archives becoming the most unapproachable, the one who snapped at newcomers and snarled at oldcomers, every conversation peppered with barely-restrained rage. Something about how Timothy Stoker, who somehow managed to become the friend of the most prickly man in research all those years ago, became a man everyone was reluctant to be in the same room with. Something about how he became unrecognizable to the person he was two years ago. Something about how Timothy Stoker tried to crack one last joke before he enacted his vengeance, only for the joke to fall flat, only for him to say, “I know,” only for him to die.

"forgor" did irreversible damage didn't it

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Reblog if you were born in the 1900's.