"We don't deal in safer," is not the best argument he's ever made. "It's a risk that's taken anytime we go out in the field." Riftwatch and Templars both.
Mobius leans back again, scrubs a hand (carefully) over his face and sighs loudly out his nose. There are points made that he can also understand from his position. If his mind starts to go, well, there goes being Head Archivist. What use would he even have as a doddering librarian? Would he even read anymore? Would he remember how, would he retain anything he read if he could?
"One of the things out in the desert," he starts, looking somewhere in the middle distance, "from my nightmares was myself. Couple versions. Not unlike you. One's gotten into red lyrium, become one of those monsters that barely count as a person anymore. Another was me...after. I would see me marching along with the others and I had nothing behind my eyes. It isn't that I'm not afraid of it." He just figured he'd be dead before it happened. And here he is, still alive. And further still, it felt like an acceptable trade for so many years of dutiful service. Does the service mean much if he hasn't been in that service for years? Even if he uses the powers still?
"If I start seeing signs, I'll reconsider my position." That's not a guarantee he'll agree to change that position. He'll think about it. If he sees the signs. Of the lyrium taking hold, or signs from on high. "I don't know if the damage can be reversed if it starts showing. One more thing for you to research and study, if it happens."
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Mobius leans back again, scrubs a hand (carefully) over his face and sighs loudly out his nose. There are points made that he can also understand from his position. If his mind starts to go, well, there goes being Head Archivist. What use would he even have as a doddering librarian? Would he even read anymore? Would he remember how, would he retain anything he read if he could?
"One of the things out in the desert," he starts, looking somewhere in the middle distance, "from my nightmares was myself. Couple versions. Not unlike you. One's gotten into red lyrium, become one of those monsters that barely count as a person anymore. Another was me...after. I would see me marching along with the others and I had nothing behind my eyes. It isn't that I'm not afraid of it." He just figured he'd be dead before it happened. And here he is, still alive. And further still, it felt like an acceptable trade for so many years of dutiful service. Does the service mean much if he hasn't been in that service for years? Even if he uses the powers still?
"If I start seeing signs, I'll reconsider my position." That's not a guarantee he'll agree to change that position. He'll think about it. If he sees the signs. Of the lyrium taking hold, or signs from on high. "I don't know if the damage can be reversed if it starts showing. One more thing for you to research and study, if it happens."