[There's enough heat left in the air that it hurts even him, but Crowley closes the distance between himself and Agnes without a thought for it, pulling her into his arms, wrapping her up, tucking her against his chest.
He won't allow it, won't feel it. That's the trick to any pain.]
You're alright, you're safe, I've got you. [It's almost his Ashtoreth voice, lacking the accent, but that same soft lilt to it, the way he soothes her like he would Warlock when the boy was hurt.
He doesn't spare a thought for Jon, not to help him or hurt him, and for now that might be the best the archivist can hope for.]
[It takes what feels like a life time for her to fully come back to herself, folded against Crowley and hiding away from the world like a little bird beneath a protective wing. There's so much she's experience, so much that's new, or barely familiar, and it's so overwhelming. The anger, the hate, she's familiar with that. But the shaken fear, the feeling of violation and abhorrent confusion.]
Where am I? What did I do? What have I done?
[Because she must've done something terrible. Awful. She can't bear to look and see.]
[Jon's settled for now. He's had enough near-death experiences that he can recover relatively quickly. It still takes him a moment to rise and dust off. His clothes are charred at the edges, so that's... right. He finally turns to see Crowley and Agnes embracing.
Should he head over? It feels like an intrusion, but he needs to know if that worked, if Agnes is herself again. He still stops a good 15 feet away, but he hears her questions.]
We're on the beach. It was... something went wrong. Are you... you don't want to service anyone anymore, do you?
[It's a good thing that Jon doesn't come any closer. Even as it is, Crowley turns his head towards the man, baring his teeth in a warning snarl. It takes every ounce of self-control he has to ignore Jon rather than snapping at him.
He keeps his focus on Agnes, smoothing a hand down her back as he answers her questions.]
You've not done anything. Jon hurt you, and you reacted, that's not — that isn't your fault. You called me and I made sure no one got hurt. It was the right thing to do.
[Maybe it was a coincidence, that he texted her at the right time, but he'll offer the reassurance anyway. If Jon was hurting her and she couldn't fight it, getting Crowley involved as a smart play.]
[She's not fully sure that she can call what happened a reaction. At least not a voluntary one. It was like a security system being triggered and going into overdrive. Agnes shakes her head. She doesn't look at Jon, can't seem to bring herself to uncurl from where she's hiding. But she hears him, she hears them both, now.]
No. No, I do not.
[She wants revenge. She wants to memorize every face of every single one who touched her, so she can turn it to ash. She wants to destroy. Agnes takes a shaken breath. Several thoughts compound in her at once, and she voices them weakly, barely comprehensible.]
It was Elias, but I don't understand. I did nothing, nothing. Everything hurts.
[He hurt her, yes, but he'd told her it would happen. He'd asked. He'd asked twice. Jon doesn't tell Crowley any of that, doubts it will matter.
It doesn't really matter.
The Archivist keeps his distance, takes a few steps back, even, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. His face, neck and hands sting all over and he wants to go and read a Statement to fix it. Crowley probably won't be healing him this time.]
It might have been something I did. I don't- He came to see me last week, and I was sharp with him. I'm sorry.
[Elias is usually more patient with Jon's attitude, more-so than he ever was with Jon's assistants, but perhaps this is an indication that that indulgence has lapsed?]
[This is where there's a problem. Crowley has a suspicion that he knows exactly what landed Agnes in Realignment, but he doesn't know for sure, and pointing fingers isn't going to help anyone. He's loyal to Lilith, too, more than he is to Agnes. Even if she is the cause, he'll give her a chance to explain for herself rather than shoving her mistake out into the world.
He's sort of tired of this. Getting dragged into these messes, and he's well aware of what else he said to Lilith yesterday.
Is any of this really worth it?]
It'll hurt less with time. I promise. [He might not have experienced Realignment yet, but he's a Hell-thing, he knows how this works.
He won't focus on the why, right now, the priority is getting Agnes settled, and then dealing with the fallout at the Institute. Martin's probably out of his mind with worry.
Crowley eases back slightly from Agnes, just enough to take her face gently in his hands, guiding her to look at him.] Whatever caused this, we'll figure it out, but not now. You need to rest, alright? I'll take you anywhere you want to go.
[She doesn't think it was Jon, but then, she doesn't know what she thinks. She's not mad at him, at least, not really. Later, when things are more clear, she'll be upset about the question he asked her: about what she fears. But there's too much to process at the moment; it all has to sort it out. All she knows right now is that she can't trust herself.
What waits for her in the loneliness of her apartment is too much.]
May I stay with you, if it isn't too much trouble?
[There's a split second temptation to say no, to wash his hands off this mess, but even he can't be that cruel.]
It's no trouble.
[He finally looks at Jon for more than a second, not bothering to hide the cold disdain that he's feeling towards the man right now. Crowley casts a glance over him, as if weighing him up, deciding what to do with him. It'd be easy as anything to leave him here, force him to walk home alone, but in the end, his care for Martin's feelings win out. It's kinder to him to send Jon back to the Institute, which is the only reason that Crowley snaps his fingers to do just that.
And then he snaps again, taking himself and Agnes to his apartment.]
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He won't allow it, won't feel it. That's the trick to any pain.]
You're alright, you're safe, I've got you. [It's almost his Ashtoreth voice, lacking the accent, but that same soft lilt to it, the way he soothes her like he would Warlock when the boy was hurt.
He doesn't spare a thought for Jon, not to help him or hurt him, and for now that might be the best the archivist can hope for.]
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Where am I? What did I do? What have I done?
[Because she must've done something terrible. Awful. She can't bear to look and see.]
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Should he head over? It feels like an intrusion, but he needs to know if that worked, if Agnes is herself again. He still stops a good 15 feet away, but he hears her questions.]
We're on the beach. It was... something went wrong. Are you... you don't want to service anyone anymore, do you?
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He keeps his focus on Agnes, smoothing a hand down her back as he answers her questions.]
You've not done anything. Jon hurt you, and you reacted, that's not — that isn't your fault. You called me and I made sure no one got hurt. It was the right thing to do.
[Maybe it was a coincidence, that he texted her at the right time, but he'll offer the reassurance anyway. If Jon was hurting her and she couldn't fight it, getting Crowley involved as a smart play.]
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No. No, I do not.
[She wants revenge. She wants to memorize every face of every single one who touched her, so she can turn it to ash. She wants to destroy. Agnes takes a shaken breath. Several thoughts compound in her at once, and she voices them weakly, barely comprehensible.]
It was Elias, but I don't understand. I did nothing, nothing. Everything hurts.
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It doesn't really matter.
The Archivist keeps his distance, takes a few steps back, even, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. His face, neck and hands sting all over and he wants to go and read a Statement to fix it. Crowley probably won't be healing him this time.]
It might have been something I did. I don't- He came to see me last week, and I was sharp with him. I'm sorry.
[Elias is usually more patient with Jon's attitude, more-so than he ever was with Jon's assistants, but perhaps this is an indication that that indulgence has lapsed?]
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He's sort of tired of this. Getting dragged into these messes, and he's well aware of what else he said to Lilith yesterday.
Is any of this really worth it?]
It'll hurt less with time. I promise. [He might not have experienced Realignment yet, but he's a Hell-thing, he knows how this works.
He won't focus on the why, right now, the priority is getting Agnes settled, and then dealing with the fallout at the Institute. Martin's probably out of his mind with worry.
Crowley eases back slightly from Agnes, just enough to take her face gently in his hands, guiding her to look at him.] Whatever caused this, we'll figure it out, but not now. You need to rest, alright? I'll take you anywhere you want to go.
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What waits for her in the loneliness of her apartment is too much.]
May I stay with you, if it isn't too much trouble?
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It's no trouble.
[He finally looks at Jon for more than a second, not bothering to hide the cold disdain that he's feeling towards the man right now. Crowley casts a glance over him, as if weighing him up, deciding what to do with him. It'd be easy as anything to leave him here, force him to walk home alone, but in the end, his care for Martin's feelings win out. It's kinder to him to send Jon back to the Institute, which is the only reason that Crowley snaps his fingers to do just that.
And then he snaps again, taking himself and Agnes to his apartment.]