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Jack, I read Elashte's journal post about the archangels. Can I help in any way?
Captain:
I'd let this go, but you came to me for information that you need. I deal in archetypes. Memories themselves wouldn't cause me to see anything, but I have the feeling this isn't as simple. If I had to take a guess, I'd say those memories have built up a personality around themselves. Like the shadow archetype, yet unlike; a sort of snapshot of who you were when your memories were wiped.
He's very different from the version of you I know. I saw him when you mentioned that not even you could see everything hidden away. Just a shadow, in the far back corner of the room, barely able to move or perceive me, vaguely manshaped. I tried to say hello, and I think he heard me, but only distantly. I saw his head lift, as if looking for me, but it seemed like he couldn't find me, and then you left.
When you came by again, he was more defined. Still featureless, but able to see me, talk to me, displaying a much greater level of awareness. He's still largely blocked off, I think. One of his most frequent complaints was that he couldn't see, though I'm fairly certain he saw/perceived me, if nothing else. He talked to me about how he had to get away, that "they" would kill him. The same "they" that took his name, then his life, then himself.
He knows about you, and from what he said, I'd wager he hates you a great deal. Most of my conversation with him involved arguing as he insulted you repeatedly. I won't repeat what he had to say, unless you really want the details.
He said you stopped him from the one thing he had to do, the one thing he could ever do. Said he was always going to die, but not yet, and that until he did, nothing would stop him. And he wants out. He wants that very badly. Told me that if he did get out, I wasn't his problem, not the one he was after. I shouldn't need to point out the disturbing implications.
I did try to get more information from him, but he didn't care to discuss it further, and just repeated that no one could help him, or no one would, and I wasn't supposed to know. Those secrets were his to keep. "This was the war beyond human comprehension; let it stay there." I hope that means something to you, because I've got no idea.
You've got something very angry floating around in your subconscious with an agenda of its own and a death wish. Not that the last part should worry you very much, but the rest should. And it seems to be getting stronger.
BE CAREFUL, JACK.
I know you won't leave this alone, especially not after what I've told you, but be careful. Please.
And I'm sorry for... just about everything that happened when we spoke.
I'd let this go, but you came to me for information that you need. I deal in archetypes. Memories themselves wouldn't cause me to see anything, but I have the feeling this isn't as simple. If I had to take a guess, I'd say those memories have built up a personality around themselves. Like the shadow archetype, yet unlike; a sort of snapshot of who you were when your memories were wiped.
He's very different from the version of you I know. I saw him when you mentioned that not even you could see everything hidden away. Just a shadow, in the far back corner of the room, barely able to move or perceive me, vaguely manshaped. I tried to say hello, and I think he heard me, but only distantly. I saw his head lift, as if looking for me, but it seemed like he couldn't find me, and then you left.
When you came by again, he was more defined. Still featureless, but able to see me, talk to me, displaying a much greater level of awareness. He's still largely blocked off, I think. One of his most frequent complaints was that he couldn't see, though I'm fairly certain he saw/perceived me, if nothing else. He talked to me about how he had to get away, that "they" would kill him. The same "they" that took his name, then his life, then himself.
He knows about you, and from what he said, I'd wager he hates you a great deal. Most of my conversation with him involved arguing as he insulted you repeatedly. I won't repeat what he had to say, unless you really want the details.
He said you stopped him from the one thing he had to do, the one thing he could ever do. Said he was always going to die, but not yet, and that until he did, nothing would stop him. And he wants out. He wants that very badly. Told me that if he did get out, I wasn't his problem, not the one he was after. I shouldn't need to point out the disturbing implications.
I did try to get more information from him, but he didn't care to discuss it further, and just repeated that no one could help him, or no one would, and I wasn't supposed to know. Those secrets were his to keep. "This was the war beyond human comprehension; let it stay there." I hope that means something to you, because I've got no idea.
You've got something very angry floating around in your subconscious with an agenda of its own and a death wish. Not that the last part should worry you very much, but the rest should. And it seems to be getting stronger.
BE CAREFUL, JACK.
I know you won't leave this alone, especially not after what I've told you, but be careful. Please.
And I'm sorry for... just about everything that happened when we spoke.
