[Jon's well aware that Elias could just pluck the information out of his head. Asking for it seems to be an actual courtesy... even if the implicit threat of taking it more or less overrides any actual choice Jon might have in sharing the story.]
It was before you arrived one year ago. The 8th of August. We woke up covered in fingerprints with some sort of 'sin' scrawled on our bodies. [His had been 'ALOOF' back then.] The city was warped into a hellish place with different domains people found themselves trapped in based on those sins.
[Jon had started in the lowest level of that hell... treachery. The shades of his victims, of Tim and Sasha, of the boy who'd bullied him and lost his life when it should have been Jon to die to the Web.]
I was exploring each domain, observing it. [Archiving like the good little living recorder he is.] I found Morrigan in Haven Hospital, a maze of confusing corridors and charlatans promising salvation. I owed him a favor, so I stepped in when I saw a pair of people trying to trick him. It was easy enough to compel the truth from them, their plans to steal his things. I told him to follow me if he wanted out, and he did.
I have my rib here with me. [Jon reaches down to touch one of his desk drawers absently. It has his rib and Raymond Fielding's disembodied, perfectly preserved hand hidden within it. Thank you, Agnes.] I focused on it and led us out.
I admit I was... very hungry after. It was like trying to find my way through a weaker version of the Distortion's corridors. But I didn't feed on Morrigan, just sent him on his way. I told him how to escape the hellscape, too. I still had a few more domains to visit... but I knew he'd want out as soon as possible.
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It was before you arrived one year ago. The 8th of August. We woke up covered in fingerprints with some sort of 'sin' scrawled on our bodies. [His had been 'ALOOF' back then.] The city was warped into a hellish place with different domains people found themselves trapped in based on those sins.
[Jon had started in the lowest level of that hell... treachery. The shades of his victims, of Tim and Sasha, of the boy who'd bullied him and lost his life when it should have been Jon to die to the Web.]
I was exploring each domain, observing it. [Archiving like the good little living recorder he is.] I found Morrigan in Haven Hospital, a maze of confusing corridors and charlatans promising salvation. I owed him a favor, so I stepped in when I saw a pair of people trying to trick him. It was easy enough to compel the truth from them, their plans to steal his things. I told him to follow me if he wanted out, and he did.
I have my rib here with me. [Jon reaches down to touch one of his desk drawers absently. It has his rib and Raymond Fielding's disembodied, perfectly preserved hand hidden within it. Thank you, Agnes.] I focused on it and led us out.
I admit I was... very hungry after. It was like trying to find my way through a weaker version of the Distortion's corridors. But I didn't feed on Morrigan, just sent him on his way. I told him how to escape the hellscape, too. I still had a few more domains to visit... but I knew he'd want out as soon as possible.