Bolton's Office Hours

[theoverseers]

[Want to chat with Bolton privately? Here is where you do it! Bolton's office hours will be held in conference room B in the library for approximately four hours in the morning several days a week. During that time the blinds will be drawn and that room will be off-limits unless you're there to talk to Bolton, though the other three study rooms will still be available for use.


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[theoverseers]

[There's a lot of things he wants to say to her, but it's hard to put them into words. He doesn't know what to tell this poor girl out of time.

He reaches out and puts his hand over her closed hand.]

No one sent you here, Thomasin. When I was going over your profile, I wanted to meet you because you deserve better. You deserve a chance to learn, and grow, and to have another option.

[He takes his hand back, curls his fingers in but keeps his hand close to hers.]

...I don't want to sound like him. That's not what I'm trying to say at all, I'm not trying to tempt you or lure you into anything, I just. Want you to have the chance to see that there's so much life to live, that there's so much that you can do.

I was about your age the first time that I heard someone say people like me were going to burn in Hell. It...scared me. But it didn't change me.

No one controls you. What you think, how you act, what you feel, all of it is your own. "Contract" or no contract, you've already faced one iteration of the devil here. And if Phillip tries to get you, I'll let you control the laser next time.

[curdle]

[ She stares wide-eyed at Bolton's hand first, and his face later, through the water in her eyes. Part of her feels sick to death at what appears to be the implicit confirmation of her thoughts, and part simply resigned to it, but mostly she's just trying to find any way to understand and respond to what he's saying. Her voice is very thick. ]

I have learned.

[ She still believes in God. After everything, and surely even as she signed away her soul, she knows a God exists. But either he does not care what happens to them, and will not act, or he is condemning them outright. She would have believed the latter most easily before she met her friends here. Not a single one of them would be considered as showing the hallmarks of salvation, not even the ones with faith after a fashion, and perhaps that is why they were selected. But even if she accepts that they are bound for Hell, she cannot bring herself to think of them as evil.

This is why she was so certain she would conjure the devil, isn't it? She knows she will not be saved. If she had accepted the death awaiting her with a heart full of faith, maybe she would rest peacefully in heaven, as Margulis had wished for her. But Thomasin is not that pious girl. The others think her faith is pure, and she an innocent, because they are so far removed from how she sees things, and perhaps she has represented herself that way. But she wanted to live on in this sinful world, to which they are never supposed to attach great importance. She wanted to live well in it. Now that she knows what the next life holds, she wants it more than ever, and she assigns more importance to her fellow Champions' acts here and now than their distance from the elect. This is who she always was, and Bolton and Jamie probably know it better than anyone else -- better even than Shadow, to whom she had told the most. He has seen the darkness of her soul.

And he thought she deserved better. Thomasin sniffs and blinks a new set of tears down her cheeks in an attempt to compose herself and not do what she thinks and what she feels like, which is to throw herself across the table and start sobbing directly into his shoulder. ]

I told Yurika -- I thought this low condition was yet better than the farm. It is. You...

[ Thank you. ]

[theoverseers]

[From the minute he sees the tears in her eyes, he wants to hug her and let her cry. She doesn't deserve to be here, none of them do, but in the grand scheme of history this extraordinary girl will be ultimately forgotten, her story and history lost. He knows, because the thought had occurred to him that they might well have been from the same Earth, but centuries apart.

But he's an Overseer, he's responsible for their captivity, and he considers himself lucky that she didn't flinch away from his touch when he first laid his hand over hers.

So instead, he offers her the soft, well-used handkerchief that he carries in his pocket. He can't stop himself from reaching over to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, though, at the tears that run down her cheeks.]

Even after the experiment is over, there's nothing that says that you have to go back to where you came from. You can go with anyone here you've met, or everyone, there's probably some way to stay together.

[Whoever survives.]

There are parades, where I'm from, where thousands of people wear their brightest, proudest colors. They paint their faces and wave flags and dance in the streets just to show the world that they're alive. It's celebration, it's defiance, and it's beautiful.

[curdle]

[ She readily accepts the handkerchief and starts dabbing her eyes, breathing in and out as deeply as she can -- using the same sort of technique he had tried to instill in her after she dreamed of Caleb, actually, which she finds hard to believe was only two weeks ago. She's trying to imagine the celebrations he's describing, to picture them in her mind while her actual line of sight fixes squarely on the table. ]

I should like to see it. [ She sort of sighs. ] There is so much I would like to see.

[ It hasn't occurred to her yet that he's implying more than one of them will leave here eventually any more than it's occurred to her what a Pride parade actually entails! But the first part, slowly, starts to set in. (The second can wait until like a full month after endgame happens, when she is actually physically at Pride. She'll get it someday.) ]

Say you that this will end while divers of us [ in English this sounds like a slightly truncated "diverse" and means... you know... multiple people ] yet live?

[theoverseers]

[His hand moves to rub her back gently while she breathes.]

You can. Someday, I hope you can.

[Her question catches him a little off guard and his hand stills.]

...It's possible.

[And with the power of hindsight you now know why he knows that it's possible, though he's reticent to say anything more.]