[The healing injuries itched under John's touch, and Oscar did his best not to squirm and recoil away. Not watching helped-- much like it would for a kid, indeed.]
Gerry didn't give me a lot of details,
[He explained, reaching out with his other hand to gently rub Diggs snout. The omen, now returned to its smaller form, hovered nearby and kept a watchful eye on John. Both boy and omen were alike in being careful... although, they could perhaps be a little moreso.
Oscar continued:]
All he said was to burn any book that said it belonged to the collection of Jurgen Leitner on sight. He was one of those guys who liked heavy metal, wore all black and these big, heavy boots, and always had his hair dyed black. He even helped me dye mine, once.
[Frowning at the bittersweet recollections of one of the first adults he had trusted outside of Remnant, Oscar finally looked up at John. His hazel eyes were bright and serious, even in the dim lighting.]
The book this time said it belonged to the Archivist. I don't know who that is, and I had told my friend to burn it anyway.
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Gerry didn't give me a lot of details,
[He explained, reaching out with his other hand to gently rub Diggs snout. The omen, now returned to its smaller form, hovered nearby and kept a watchful eye on John. Both boy and omen were alike in being careful... although, they could perhaps be a little moreso.
Oscar continued:]
All he said was to burn any book that said it belonged to the collection of Jurgen Leitner on sight. He was one of those guys who liked heavy metal, wore all black and these big, heavy boots, and always had his hair dyed black. He even helped me dye mine, once.
[Frowning at the bittersweet recollections of one of the first adults he had trusted outside of Remnant, Oscar finally looked up at John. His hazel eyes were bright and serious, even in the dim lighting.]
The book this time said it belonged to the Archivist. I don't know who that is, and I had told my friend to burn it anyway.
...Turns out they didn't.