[Agnes tries to imagine having asked Elias for help with what she had been experiencing. It's not as if she was even thinking rationally at the time--her whole life felt completely reversed. More than just her life, even. It was inconceivable. She'd just grabbed onto whoever she'd been able.
But there's no use trying to justify what happened. She doesn't have the chance to before Elias keeps talking. His game plan is already set, and her thoughts of trying to protect Jon from his own involvement in the incident fades under the coming onslaught of information.
She can see it, like his memories are her memories.
Agnes has seen terrible things before. She's watched houses burn with people still trapped inside. Seen the flesh sear off of a body. Breathed in anguish and despair. She feeds from it. But these things don't bring her pleasure.
And seeing this pain, this humiliation, it makes her feel sick. Things that she can't properly understand or reconcile are just inside of her now. Inside of her head. Their feelings are hers, now.
Her fingers are clenching too tightly around her coffee cup as the coffee boils and boils and boils.]
[He stops because he can see she has gotten the warning. Elias casually sips at his coffee then brushes off a bit of dust not even there from his sleeve.]
Keep in mind that this was just a warning. I will be more forceful next time if you push things. Even if it is another who has "helped" you.
[With that, he rises to his feet, picking up his coffee so he can take it with him.]
[Agnes doesn't say anything. She sits, and she stares at her coffee as it slowly evaporates under the force of her touch. And then she puts a hand to her forehead, breathing deeply.
It isn't until the staff tell her they're closing that she realizes the entire remainder of the day has passed.]
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But there's no use trying to justify what happened. She doesn't have the chance to before Elias keeps talking. His game plan is already set, and her thoughts of trying to protect Jon from his own involvement in the incident fades under the coming onslaught of information.
She can see it, like his memories are her memories.
Agnes has seen terrible things before. She's watched houses burn with people still trapped inside. Seen the flesh sear off of a body. Breathed in anguish and despair. She feeds from it. But these things don't bring her pleasure.
And seeing this pain, this humiliation, it makes her feel sick. Things that she can't properly understand or reconcile are just inside of her now. Inside of her head. Their feelings are hers, now.
Her fingers are clenching too tightly around her coffee cup as the coffee boils and boils and boils.]
Stop it.
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Keep in mind that this was just a warning. I will be more forceful next time if you push things. Even if it is another who has "helped" you.
[With that, he rises to his feet, picking up his coffee so he can take it with him.]
Have a pleasant day, Agnes.
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It isn't until the staff tell her they're closing that she realizes the entire remainder of the day has passed.]