[The more he tells her, the tighter the knot in Diana's stomach becomes. She has lived among men long enough to know that what he's described would only serve to cause strife. She crosses her arms loosely, holding in the shudder that runs down her spine as she pictures this "library."]
That sounds like a twisted version of what it was meant to be.
[They're places to store and cultivate knowledge, not suppress it.]
Were you... a part of it?
[She asks it gently, cautiously; there's no judgement in her voice, but she wants to know how closely affiliated he might have been to it. That would certainly explain his reaction to this place and the glass.]
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That sounds like a twisted version of what it was meant to be.
[They're places to store and cultivate knowledge, not suppress it.]
Were you... a part of it?
[She asks it gently, cautiously; there's no judgement in her voice, but she wants to know how closely affiliated he might have been to it. That would certainly explain his reaction to this place and the glass.]