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"You know what side," as impatient as Elias had started to become, it was only because he was quickly frustrated with the way Jon insisted on pestering him for help instead of just knowing it for himself. Still too fresh in his power, to young in it. It was, in a way, a good thing as Elias was sure once he figured it out for himself he might peek into his boss's mind and see all the answers he might not like for himself. The pestering would have to do for now.

He exhaled a sigh, debating his options for another moment, "We know the Stranger is preparing a ritual, but it's not as if I have the answers of when and where. Gertrude was the one meant to figure that out. And as secretive as she had become... She likely did. Therefore it only stands to reason that everything you need to know is there in the archives. There's little else I can do for you personally."

The old woman had become such a nuisance in her last days, hiding things and certain statements in ways that Elias was not able to see them. She became so defiant as the years went on, it was clear to see he would be more in a hurry this time around. Jon was already resistant to Elias's words, if he knew all that Gertrude did he might try the same thing she did.

They can't afford to be set back like that. Not now.

"Your job is to record the statements. Whatever you need to know is in there, hidden and disorganized thanks to your predecessor. That's how you'll find your answers."

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Elias had to exhale a sigh to remind himself to look more bemused rather than the way he just wanted to laugh. His Archivist was making demands of him, a show that he truly wasn’t far enough in his power yet. Elias would not be able to stop him, whatever he tried to get him to do. If Jon could only accept that, then he would see how magnificent he could become. But, not yet. No, he is still too young. Too naïve to get it. 

“I still have to manage the rest of the institute,” Elias said with a scoff that sounded almost offended, “or have you forgotten the hundred or so others who also work here. You were among them at one point. Just another simple pencil pusher filing and handling menial tasks. Is that what you prefer, Jon? To go back to just sorting things into proper places? Could you even if you had the option?”

The thought of adding more staff to the archives was interesting. But... It was more people to keep an eye on, and with Melanie King making an attempt on his life at least twice a day, it was already becoming exhausting. How anyone was meant to work under these conditions was beyond him. 

“You have more than enough staff, Jon,” Elias brushed the request off with a flick of his hand, “Perhaps what you need to do is learn how to control them a bit better. Disorganization has been a... staple of the archive since Gertrude left it that way. If you wish to start making these sorts of requests, then perhaps you should fix your own work first. Figure out why you haven’t made so much as a dent in the mess down there.”