@watcheir & sasha.    donât try to play me at this game. youâre doomed to failure.Â
itâs a double-edged bet sheâs taking,   whether or not she can ask elias her questions and get a goddamn straight answer out of him for once    â    there is so much she still does not know and so much she needs to,    this voracious hunger in her,    this curiosity that is not beholding-bound but her own.    sasha doesnât flinch at his near-threat.    sheâs been talking with monsters since before she was ever appointed archivist:    elias is hardly a new obstacle.
he still thinks sheâs afraid of him.   good.
â    how much of whatâs happened have you known about beforehand?    how much couldâve been avoided?    â       prentissâ attack.    the thing that had taken timâs place,    dead and gone but the memory still burns.    the looming threat of unknowing in the distance.    all of it,    two yearsâ worth of catastrophes under her watch and his,    condensed into tapestatic heavy behind her voice    â    she wants answers,    wants them so badly it hurts.       â    why?    what do you gain from all of this,    elias?    come on,     tell me.    â














