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[epistemological]

[ He doesn't pull away. He lets Martin take them, swaying a little as his eyes close tight.]

What do any of them want, Martin?

Only he... figured out how to do it.

Through me.

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[ his pulse is ramping up quite suddenly. ]

He- he tried a ritual?

[ a huge question, because he's still not sure what jon is getting at. ]

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[ He nods. And then, to be honest- ]

Not tried.

Succeeded.

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[ and he goes ashen. ]

You're- not making any sense.

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No...

[ He looks over at Martin. ]

I am.

[ He closes his eyes and looks down.]

You brought a package from Basira: statements for me. Some of them were written, some tapes. I settled down to read one and you went to look for some 'good cows'.

[ He glances up.]

Still with me?

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[ he is still clinging tightly to jon's wrists. ]

Yeah. And-- something happened after that.

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Yes.

I picked up the first statement.

And once I got started... it ended up being a letter. A statement. From... Elias.

Jonah.

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And- that was a ritual. Somehow.

[ his eyes are locked onto jon's, nearly unblinking. ]

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The... capstone. The end of it.

[ He holds up his hands, shows off the worm holes. The burn. Lifts his chin to show the scar from Daisy.]

These were... the rest of it. A mark... from each one of the powers, connecting me to them. Providing them a path.

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[ martin's hands fall uselessly to his side. every muscle in his body is tense. ]

What do any of those have to do with the Watcher's Crown?

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A servant of the Eye, connected to each one of the other powers. An Archivist. Or rather... an Archive.

[ He looks to Martin. ]

He put the words in the statement. I couldn't stop reading them aloud. I- I called to them. I called all of them.

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[ why did he have to go back. why. ]

What happened, Jon? You called them and what happened?

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[ He can't look up.]

What do you think happened, Martin?

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All of them, at once-

[ fuck. ]

I don't have a clue.

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[ He breathes out, slow.]

You slapped me awake afterwards. Said it was bad. I don't know what you saw, but...

The sky is just... it's just one massive, encompassing Eye. And the whole world is afraid.

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[ and this startles martin visibly. ]

I'm still-- there?

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[ He nods.]

You woke me up.

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It was too good to last. I - I shouldn't have gone on that walk. I could have stopped you from reading it. Snapped you out of it.

[ he's letting go of jon, aghast. ]

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[ But that just gives him a good opening to follow.]

That's ridiculous, Martin. We had no idea- you couldn't know- we couldn't-

It came from Basira. How could we know?

There was no way to know, Martin. He... he held all the cards. He always has.

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[ he presses the heels of his hands against his eyes. ]

Then - we'll find a way to fix it. We have to.

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[ He nods.]

I'm- I'm changing my deal. I... thought that was rather obvious.

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To -- change the world back?

[ he's assuming, but. ]

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[ He nod.]

Yes. O-obviously.

As much as I'd-

[ He shakes his head. ]

I want to see you free. All of us free. And- and Tim. I want to bring him back. But this is- this is the whole world.

I have to.

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Of course. Of- of bloody course.

[ martin is still gray-faced. ]

God, I can't believe this. I can't believe - that- stupid bastard.

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[ There's a hollow laugh.]

Oh no, the stupid one is me.