Horatio and Hermione

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Who are you? Reaveal yourself!
Tis I Horatio. Forgive me, I was told I might find solace here. My own… library… is somewhat preoccupied with more pressing matters.
Preoccupied? By what?
By a ghost. A king. By a prince who is too clever by half, and yet, not clever enough. It’s all... rather dramatic
I know a little about dramatic. The Boy Who Lived, a Dark Lord, a prophecy. Everyone always looking to someone else to save them.
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The record-keepers. The ones who follow in the wake of chaos, making sense of it all. Making sure the truth isn’t lost.
Yes. The burden of greatness. And yet, for us… the burden of the witness. We are the ones who must remember. We are the ones who must tell the story, without the glory.
Exactly. We are the foundations, not the monuments. They act, we observe. They speak, we listen. And when it is all over… we write it down. For posterity.
Slidkalniņš: 3
The truth is never inconvenient. Only the lies people tell to avoid it.
It seems so.
It seems you, too, are burdened with the need for accuracy. A desire to know the truth, however inconvenient.
Then we are two of a kind. The loyal seconds. The faithful scribes. The same duties, different fonts it seems.
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It seems you, too, are burdened with the need for accuracy. A desire to know the truth, however inconvenient.

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