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The plan— Kill Jonah and take his spot in the panopticon. It’s as simple as that.
The Adrenaline— From actually killing the man who made Jon’s life into a living hell—
The act— For Sasha. For Tim. For all those Jonah needlessly sacrificed in his (too) long life.
Jonathan Sims stabs the knife into Jonah Magnus’ heart—
And—
The Archivist can feel everything— From every domain on what used to the world—
He knows everything—
He knows every statement ever made to the ones hidden in the subconscious mind—
He knows every single person that exists and has ever existed—
He knows every secret they’ve ever told and every one they haven’t—
A constant flow information buzzing in his mind—
What he felt before was a mere taste—
Every bit, every scrap, every single piece of knowledge, right at his fingertips—
It’s pure bliss—
The Eye’s perfect Archive—
In a throne built for him, and him alone—Not for Jonah Magnus—
He can see someone near his body—
It’s Martin Blackwood. He has tears in his eyes—
He’s holding a knife and—
Oh—
NO—
PAIN— PAIN— PAIN—
The knife is buried in his chest up to the pommel—
He can feel the blood dripping from his body—
Jonathan Sims, the Archivist— The Archive— knows he is dying
He can feel his connection to the Eye change, lessen—
His mortal body keeping him from his rightful place in the panopticon—
It's keeping him from his rightful role as the Archive—
He feels the air leave his lungs for the last time—
And—
Suddenly—
He’s falling—
The Archive is falling—
No—
He’s being pulled to somewhere else—
He’s being pulled through to—
The Archive Jonathan Sims is awake.
The calendar says 2015.
The year it all began.
The year Jonathan Sims became Head Archivist at the Magnus Institute.