I'm familiar with the idea. A-and no, I thought it might be a little outside of your usual experience. Hence the talk.
[ The last question is probably the hardest of all, and the one that makes him reach as far into his empathy as he thinks he has. The little snake slithers halfway over to rub at his hand with her head, flickering her tongue against his fingers. He lets out a sigh as he nods, ready to speak. ]
There was a time when he was... when there were people who loved him, depended on him. I have evidence of it, I've- I've read their letters, heard their stories. There was a time when- when the knowledge he sought was to help gain understanding. To help people who were in terrible trouble. W-when he felt kinship to others and he cared about them.
If he's here, then... then that man, however thin and broken he is, is still inside of the rat bastard who tried to end the world. There is redemption possible for him, I have to believe that, or I have no right to be here.
[ He looks away, because it's a little close to the bone as he continues. ]
Being... being an avatar of the Eye is- it holds with it an intrinsic loneliness. To watch... to watch is not to do. Watching is... it's something that puts you at a distance. A-and he's been at a distance from people, holding himself there, for 200 years.
I understand that this is- this is quite a lot. And I know there are wardens who see their temporary assignments as merely something to pass the time. But I- I hope you are not one of them. As awful as Elias- [ no, for this, he needs to be accurate ] as awful as Jonah has been to me, and to the people I care about, I know that- that all of it, at the heart of every avatar, is a fear. A fear that twists us into something else if we let it, and he- he has done just that.
Quite a bit. It's worth quite a bit. [Raylan took another deep breath.]
I don't take my job lightly and that is what this is to me; a job. Doesn't matter if it's for a month or a year. [He took his responsibilities seriously.]
Somehow, I'm not guessin' a Marshal from Kentucky is going to be overly affective but.. Maybe I'll find somethin' to drop into his head that'll take root. Make it easier for the next warden to handle him. Never thought that the adage 'It takes a village' would be set against somethin' like this..
Jonah, huh? What's with 'Elias' then? He doesn't sound like the type to go undercover.
[ He nods along and listens to what Raylan has to say and he clearly appreciates it. Pythia is the first to speak. ]
His daemon is named Victoria. She’s a moth and she’s very nice. We’re friends.
[ Jon’s lips are tight but he nods. He’s aware. And he doesn’t want to make a fuss about it. But Jon sighs at the last. ]
Elias Bouchard is the latest name he’s taken… and the latest body he’s used. Before he got here, his eyes were in the body of a former stoner who worked at the Institute.
The latest of many.
We’re all so used to calling him Elias it was just awkward to switch.
['We're friends' made Raylan's brow twitch into a furrow as he looked back at Jon. How?
But that was swept under again by the revelation of body-snatching and all for the better. It allowed him, later, to be oddly nonchalant about it.
Raylan could only pull a 'What the fuck' face and bury it into the bottom of his emptying coffee cup. He stared at it for a moment before shaking his head, setting the cup down and rubbing his face.]
His eyes were in - of course. [Why not.] I promise that I will do my best. Regardless of how successful I might be about it. If I were at home, I wouldn't believe a word of this but. Why else would he be here if it wasn't possible?
[ Jon gives a minute shake of his head; there’s no arguing with her on this. He’s tried. He doesn’t approve but he can’t do anything about it. Instead, he sighs. ]
That is what I try to remember.
Ultimately, this is… this is working at the source of the problem.
But… I get the feeling you at least take me seriously. So I can certainly do the same for you.
Many hands, light work, ect. [He took Jon deadly seriously.]
If you.. hear or get told anything you think I might need to know.. Trouble he's brewing that you or others might be made aware of. He seems like the type that needs to be gotten ahead of while the getting is good. I'm not lookin' to put a boot on his neck and I want to give him some room to exist in, but I know full well how quickly half an inch turns into a mile. Also pretty sure I'm gonna be a burr in his ass.
Thank you. I'll.. I'll take you up on that if I need to.
[Reaching over to grab and put on his hat, he stood up.]
You've given me a lot to think about. I won't search Elias out until tomorrow, give myself time to.. wrap my head even a quarter of the way around this.
You might see me in there for my own purposes. Got a feeling I'll be taking that back up as a hobby to pass the time.
[Raylan followed towards the door and tipped his hat once again. Hospitality was not what he'd been expecting, from anyone in this place, really, but he was pleasantly surprised.]
Have a good evening. [And with that, he'd vanish down the hall and thankfully, right into a much needed drink with Tim Stroker.]
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[ The last question is probably the hardest of all, and the one that makes him reach as far into his empathy as he thinks he has. The little snake slithers halfway over to rub at his hand with her head, flickering her tongue against his fingers. He lets out a sigh as he nods, ready to speak. ]
There was a time when he was... when there were people who loved him, depended on him. I have evidence of it, I've- I've read their letters, heard their stories. There was a time when- when the knowledge he sought was to help gain understanding. To help people who were in terrible trouble. W-when he felt kinship to others and he cared about them.
If he's here, then... then that man, however thin and broken he is, is still inside of the rat bastard who tried to end the world. There is redemption possible for him, I have to believe that, or I have no right to be here.
[ He looks away, because it's a little close to the bone as he continues. ]
Being... being an avatar of the Eye is- it holds with it an intrinsic loneliness. To watch... to watch is not to do. Watching is... it's something that puts you at a distance. A-and he's been at a distance from people, holding himself there, for 200 years.
I understand that this is- this is quite a lot. And I know there are wardens who see their temporary assignments as merely something to pass the time. But I- I hope you are not one of them. As awful as Elias- [ no, for this, he needs to be accurate ] as awful as Jonah has been to me, and to the people I care about, I know that- that all of it, at the heart of every avatar, is a fear. A fear that twists us into something else if we let it, and he- he has done just that.
[ A long breath out. ]
For whatever that's worth.
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I don't take my job lightly and that is what this is to me; a job. Doesn't matter if it's for a month or a year. [He took his responsibilities seriously.]
Somehow, I'm not guessin' a Marshal from Kentucky is going to be overly affective but.. Maybe I'll find somethin' to drop into his head that'll take root. Make it easier for the next warden to handle him. Never thought that the adage 'It takes a village' would be set against somethin' like this..
Jonah, huh? What's with 'Elias' then? He doesn't sound like the type to go undercover.
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His daemon is named Victoria. She’s a moth and she’s very nice. We’re friends.
[ Jon’s lips are tight but he nods. He’s aware. And he doesn’t want to make a fuss about it. But Jon sighs at the last. ]
Elias Bouchard is the latest name he’s taken… and the latest body he’s used. Before he got here, his eyes were in the body of a former stoner who worked at the Institute.
The latest of many.
We’re all so used to calling him Elias it was just awkward to switch.
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But that was swept under again by the revelation of body-snatching and all for the better. It allowed him, later, to be oddly nonchalant about it.
Raylan could only pull a 'What the fuck' face and bury it into the bottom of his emptying coffee cup. He stared at it for a moment before shaking his head, setting the cup down and rubbing his face.]
His eyes were in - of course. [Why not.] I promise that I will do my best. Regardless of how successful I might be about it. If I were at home, I wouldn't believe a word of this but. Why else would he be here if it wasn't possible?
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That is what I try to remember.
Ultimately, this is… this is working at the source of the problem.
But… I get the feeling you at least take me seriously. So I can certainly do the same for you.
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If you.. hear or get told anything you think I might need to know.. Trouble he's brewing that you or others might be made aware of. He seems like the type that needs to be gotten ahead of while the getting is good. I'm not lookin' to put a boot on his neck and I want to give him some room to exist in, but I know full well how quickly half an inch turns into a mile. Also pretty sure I'm gonna be a burr in his ass.
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If you can think of something that might require my knowledge or abilities, please don’t hesitate to ask.
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Thank you. I'll.. I'll take you up on that if I need to.
[Reaching over to grab and put on his hat, he stood up.]
You've given me a lot to think about. I won't search Elias out until tomorrow, give myself time to.. wrap my head even a quarter of the way around this.
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[ He'll push himself away from the table and head for the door. ]
Let me see you out.
thank u for blowing his miiiiiiind~~
[Raylan followed towards the door and tipped his hat once again. Hospitality was not what he'd been expecting, from anyone in this place, really, but he was pleasantly surprised.]
Have a good evening. [And with that, he'd vanish down the hall and thankfully, right into a much needed drink with Tim Stroker.]