He gives a soft smile, as he offers Yellow one of the cups of tea. "I've met Crichton. He's a good man. And a good friend."
He wonders if he's a better one than Arthur deserves, but the way he described how he and that other Arthur hurt each other before, he can't be blind to the fact. Perhaps he simply doesn't care. It's an odd feeling.
"He told me that you two wanted to read the Necronomicon pages," he adds, and he leans against the counter with his cup in both hands. "I told him it was dangerous, that neither of you fully understand what you might be reading. John tried reading it once, and it... hurt me, to hear those words. Something about them isn't meant for mortal minds to know. But I don't know if you would be unaffected, either."
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He wonders if he's a better one than Arthur deserves, but the way he described how he and that other Arthur hurt each other before, he can't be blind to the fact. Perhaps he simply doesn't care. It's an odd feeling.
"He told me that you two wanted to read the Necronomicon pages," he adds, and he leans against the counter with his cup in both hands. "I told him it was dangerous, that neither of you fully understand what you might be reading. John tried reading it once, and it... hurt me, to hear those words. Something about them isn't meant for mortal minds to know. But I don't know if you would be unaffected, either."