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[compellingstatement]

Those who have encountered the supernatural.
Or are supernatural.

[transgressings]

And that's it? No other specifications?

[compellingstatement]

None.
People whose interactions were horrific and terrifying might be more appealing, but anyone with those experiences would technically do for a Statement.

I'm sorry.

I've spoken with someone.
To find a way to make myself stop.
As much as it's possible.

Please just run away if you see me in-person.
I can't help the dreams.

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I had wondered if that was a result of what transpired. The nightmares.

You've given me a greater understanding, and for that I am appreciative. I too know what it's like to be compelled by a power beyond your control.

[compellingstatement]

[Guilt twists at his stomach. It's not that simple.]

I knew exactly what I was doing to you.
I was curious.
I just... wanted to know.
It felt like I needed to know.
I was so hungry.

But I knew.
I should have stopped.
I should have made myself stop and I didn't.

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Then it's true that these Statements feed you, in some way. Am I to understand there are adverse effects that occur if you do not take enough of them?

[ she won't address the other part of it. she can't bring herself to. it's easier, she thinks, if she focuses on some fragment of truth rather than consider what could have been had he stopped. ]

[compellingstatement]

[Well, Rafa said be more honest...]

Yes.
I get very ill without them.
I've never got to the point of death, but I expect something like it could occur.
Not so much my body as my... consciousness.
Feed that which feeds you.
Or you'll be consumed.
I'm the Archivist.
Jonathan Sims died in a building collapse several months before I came here.
I'm still Jonathan Sims, I think?
But I'm wearing him.
The Archivist has been others.
I've been others?
But I feel like me now.
Ever since the collapse I feel like I'm finally me again.
The Archivist, an avatar for the Ceaseless Watcher.
A godlike creature beyond this plane of existence that thrives on knowing too much, seeing too much and into the heart of a person.
It consumes me and it sees through me and it is hungry for all that is here that it has not yet touched.

[There's a break as Jon pulls himself back to himself.]

Sorry.
What's relevant is that before all that happened I could just take written Statements.
They don't affect people in the same way.
I don't Watch them after.
Since then there have been... different sorts of impulses.
I'm afraid you were the victim of such a thing, Ms. Ives.
I wasn't able to read for a time due to a curse, which prevented me feeding in my more typical way.
You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.