Eliass Eyes Are Not Gray In The Sense That Thats The Color They Are. No, They Are Gray In The Sense That

Elias’s eyes are not gray in the sense that that’s the color they are. No, they are gray in the sense that they are old, worn, and certainly don’t belong in the head that they are in. The point of saying they were gray in context was just to emphasize the fact that they don’t belong, that they know more than they seem, that they are well worn and used. And....have been passed through honestly a few heads too many. The eyes are dead and grayed. The way a corpse starts to look the moment after death. 

For everyone: Describe paradise.

Jordi hummed to himself, considering the request. After a long deliberation, he shrugged, giving a big smile, “With my gun in hand and money in the bank, I’m already in paradise. What could be better than what I’m already living?”

Dusan raised the glass to his lips, taking a sip of his whiskey, “Paradise? If you’re implying I think there’s some sort of afterlife, you can just stop right there,” he set the glass down, folding his arms, “Paradise isn’t real, it can’t be achieved, man. The only thing we can do is make the best of life while we’re here. And I’m on my way to it,” he smirked. 

“Paradise...” the monk’s systems whirred as he pressed his hands together and his censors blinked excitedly, “It is a place where all are equal, all are at peace, and the world is finally one. Within the light of the Iris, it will be achieved. Whether or not you hate or love, or believe, you will be one with all some day.”

Elias simply hummed at the request as he continued to write on the page he was writing, “Paradise is too good for us, isn’t it? What’s life without a little fear, after all?” he stopped writing just long enough to glance up at the anon and give a wide smirk. 

“Times like these, I’m reminded of advice that one of my brothers once told his followers,” the boy cleared his throat, preparing to get into the zone of such wise words,” ‘ You don't know what you got 'til it's gone. They paved paradise and put up a parking lot,’ “ he let out a sigh, slumping his shoulders and shook his head, “Paradise for me is probably a place where my family is safe, but so, so, far away from me.”

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As soon as Jon said this line in MAG192 I was immediately reminded of this line, said by the Not!Sasha way back in MAG79 about Jon.

And this line where Jonah describes Jon as more “Archive” than “Archivist” in 160.

But it looks like Jonah was wrong. Not only is he not the king of this ruined world, he’s actually taken on the mantle he intended to give the man he’s been manipulating all this time. Jonah is now the Eye’s pupil, the conduit for all the world’s fear. After all, it’s right there in the transcript; Jon is still very much the Archivist.

The Archive is Magnus.

Indian Map for Overwatch 2

This is so gorgeous!