Believe it or not, Raylan had gone to and graduated collage and right now, Dorian was the Professor. Questions and statements were to be saved until after the lecture; take notes, students. And mental notes, he was taking. There were some exceptions and addendums 'scribbled' down, but he was listening.
He heard the begging and understood the points presented. Shame that Mathis had deteriorated things enough that Raylan was willing to finally reach out and Test Mathis's powers. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in the history - it was the key to the future and what Not to do, most of the time. But the more that Dorian pleaded for Raylan to set aside the clue he'd been given, the more this felt like the Chasm all over again. Dorian wasn't here for that but Raylan's obsession with getting across it had nearly gotten him killed. Well, a lot of things had nearly gotten him killed and Mathis had already scarred him. Her version of gunshot wounds.
Ask Malcolm or Doc how well that had gone.
Raylan lifted his eyes, hazel locking onto those blue-greys as his fingers laced back together between his knees.
"We're in a place, in a world that has already urged someone else into bleedin' themselves dry in the tunnels and she's already got enough blood to soak her ground, her sky, her air with it." The Other Mathis. He could taste the heavy iron on the back of his tongue and glanced out the window like he expected to see something out there. "So I don't plan on doin' it alone if I can help it, stop me from diggin' in too far. But this Thing has been here and been feed by this town since the 1700's. It's in the 2000's now, for context. So I'm more inclined to believe some two hundred years of cultish religion that kept them movin'."
He shifted a little to face Dorian more directly, keeping his serious eye contact. Raylan might not be fully in his head, but he wasn't acting insane. He didn't feel insane, a rare moment of clarity like a breath drawn after holding it for too long.
"Somethin's already been unleashed. Mathis has already destroyed us all, resurrected us like Jesus-" This came out 'Jaysus', accent heavier for his passion in point. "She's already puttin' us through worse. Doin' the math, I don't think I can fuck up much else and if it's intent.." He breathed in through his nose. "I got will enough that she stop her bullshit. Otherwise, she's gonna push us all to doin' it."
Better him then the younger ones. Tim, Ellie, Callisto.
CW: Suicide, self harm
He heard the begging and understood the points presented. Shame that Mathis had deteriorated things enough that Raylan was willing to finally reach out and Test Mathis's powers. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in the history - it was the key to the future and what Not to do, most of the time. But the more that Dorian pleaded for Raylan to set aside the clue he'd been given, the more this felt like the Chasm all over again. Dorian wasn't here for that but Raylan's obsession with getting across it had nearly gotten him killed. Well, a lot of things had nearly gotten him killed and Mathis had already scarred him. Her version of gunshot wounds.
Ask Malcolm or Doc how well that had gone.
Raylan lifted his eyes, hazel locking onto those blue-greys as his fingers laced back together between his knees.
"We're in a place, in a world that has already urged someone else into bleedin' themselves dry in the tunnels and she's already got enough blood to soak her ground, her sky, her air with it." The Other Mathis. He could taste the heavy iron on the back of his tongue and glanced out the window like he expected to see something out there. "So I don't plan on doin' it alone if I can help it, stop me from diggin' in too far. But this Thing has been here and been feed by this town since the 1700's. It's in the 2000's now, for context. So I'm more inclined to believe some two hundred years of cultish religion that kept them movin'."
He shifted a little to face Dorian more directly, keeping his serious eye contact. Raylan might not be fully in his head, but he wasn't acting insane. He didn't feel insane, a rare moment of clarity like a breath drawn after holding it for too long.
"Somethin's already been unleashed. Mathis has already destroyed us all, resurrected us like Jesus-" This came out 'Jaysus', accent heavier for his passion in point. "She's already puttin' us through worse. Doin' the math, I don't think I can fuck up much else and if it's intent.." He breathed in through his nose. "I got will enough that she stop her bullshit. Otherwise, she's gonna push us all to doin' it."
Better him then the younger ones. Tim, Ellie, Callisto.